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Mark subconsciously touched the ring on his left hand. The runes on the ring surface shone with a strange luster in the sun, as if responding to his inner doubts. He took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm. "Albert, does he really exist? Why didn't you tell me the core of the holy stone before?" His voice trembled a little, as if he was afraid of hearing a positive answer. Albert looked at Mark, his eyes full of sympathy and understanding. He nodded slowly and said in a heavy tone, "It's true. He suddenly came after the explosion of the Holy Stone." He paused, as if recalling the painful past, with a trace of grief in his eyes, "The power of the explosion of the Holy Stone is beyond imagination. It not only destroyed the temple, but also released huge energy, causing the appearance of space cracks. It may also be because you traveled to the past, allowing him to find traces from the long river of time." Albert took a deep breath, and seemed to be unable to speak, "And Toby, he was resurrected by 'him' outside the world and became the anchor for 'him' to invade this world." He turned his head and stared at Mark with burning eyes, "The core energy of the Holy Stone is the last hope of this world. It can help you fight Toby and 'him' and stop their conspiracy."

Mark was silent, he lowered his head, frowned, and tried to digest the huge amount of information brought by Albert. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white because of the force.

He raised his head and looked at Albert, his eyes full of frustration, "I lost all the fragments of the holy stone! Except for the fragments of the holy stone that turned into ice shadows, which are still in my soul, the others are gone!" Albert pointed to a platform made of huge stones not far away, "The last energy of the holy stone core is there. You must absorb it as soon as possible and use the mutual attraction of the holy stone energy to find the holy stone again." Mark looked in the direction of Albert's finger. It was an ancient altar, built of huge stones. Each stone was engraved with strange runes, and it flashed a faint golden light in the sun. The air around the altar seemed to be fresher than other places, and a mysterious power was flowing faintly, making people feel relaxed and happy. Several unknown birds hovered over the altar, making crisp chirping sounds, adding a touch of vitality to this quiet forest. Mark heard this, walked to the altar, and sat down cross-legged. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to try to absorb the energy of the holy stone core. The trees around the altar swayed gently in the breeze, making rustling sounds, as if praying for Mark.

The sunlight fell through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled light and shadows on the ground, like jumping notes, adding a touch of agility to this quiet forest.

The runes on the altar began to emit dazzling light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky, dazzling. A powerful energy surged from the center of the altar and flowed into Mark's body along his arm.

Mark's body trembled slightly, as if he was under great pressure. He closed his eyes tightly, frowned, and tried to control this violent energy.

At the same time, in a majestic castle thousands of miles away, Toby suddenly felt a palpitation. He opened his eyes suddenly, and a trace of fear and uneasiness flashed in his eyes. He subconsciously covered his chest, where there was a fragment emitting a dark light, beating violently like a drum. The dark clouds outside the castle rolled, blocking the sun, and the sky darkened instantly, as if foreshadowing some ominous sign.

"What's going on?" Toby whispered to himself, his tone full of doubts and anxiety. He stood up, paced back and forth, frowning, as if thinking about something. The air in the castle was heavy and oppressive, making people feel breathless.

"My lord, what happened?" A soldier in black armor walked in, knelt on one knee, and asked respectfully. There was a hint of worry in his tone, as if he noticed Toby's abnormality.

Toby took a deep breath and tried to keep himself calm, "Gather all your men immediately and speed up the pace of sacrifice. Let him come as soon as possible." His tone was firm and decisive, as if he had made an important decision. There was a cold light in his eyes, like a sharp blade, which made people shudder.

The soldier took the order and left, and the castle returned to calm again, but under this calm, there was an undercurrent surging, like the calm before the storm. Toby walked to the window and looked at the rolling dark clouds outside the window, his eyes full of ambition and desire. He stretched out his hand, as if to grab something, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "Mark, you can't stop me!" Toby's fingers were tightly clasped on the windowsill, his knuckles turned white, and the wind outside the window was howling, hitting the walls of the castle, making a series of dull sounds. At the same time, on the altar, Mark's body was wrapped in a layer of golden light, and the energy of the holy stone core continued to flow into his body. He felt that his strength was constantly increasing, as if he had infinite power.