I Got Reincarnated as a Zombie Girl-Chapter 372 - 368 – Invisible Magic

The first light of dawn slipped gently through the thin mist still blanketing the grassy plain. The purple stars in the sky began to fade, replaced by the soft gray typical of this new world, not the bright morning of the old Earth, but a calm, cold dawn full of secrets. The campfire had nearly died, leaving only small red embers pulsing faintly like a final breath. Sylvia opened her eyes fully; her body wasn’t truly stiff despite not having slept deeply all night. She had simply sat, kept watch, and listened to the wind and Sofia’s steady breathing.

Sofia stirred inside her sleeping bag, her golden hair tousled from the night wind. She yawned widely, golden eyes blinking as they adjusted to the morning light. "Morning, my Sylvia... have you been awake for a while?"

Sylvia gave a small nod, stood, and stretched her body slowly. Her black cloak remained perfectly in place, not a single wrinkle out of order. "Yes. Get up. We’ll eat breakfast before continuing."

Sofia immediately hopped out of the sleeping bag, shivering briefly as her feet touched the cold grass. "I’m starving! Flying all day yesterday made my stomach growl like crazy."

Sylvia walked to the edge of the tent and opened the black fabric flap wide to let the morning air in. Noir was no longer asleep; the zombie dragon sat upright near the lake, fresh blood staining his mouth, his pitch-black scales glistening with morning dew. Before him lay the remains of a wild boar, its large body torn in half, white bones clearly visible under the dawn light. Noir rumbled contentedly, his black tongue licking the last of the blood from his snout.

Sofia wrinkled her nose but smiled. "Whoa, Noir already had breakfast, huh? Poor wild boar... but oh well, it’s nature."

Sylvia made no comment. She simply raised her right hand again. The Chain of Abyss trembled softly. Faint purple runes glowed, and from her inventory system emerged several hard rolls of bread slightly dry but still edible with soup. She also pulled out two large bowls of steaming-hot soup, the vapor carrying the scent of smoked meat. Time didn’t pass inside the storage system; the soup remained as warm as if freshly cooked this morning.

They sat near the still-glowing embers. Sylvia divided the bread and soup; Sofia immediately dug in enthusiastically, blowing on the hot soup between bites. "This is so good! Who made the soup? Stacia?"

"No. I did," Sylvia replied flatly while dipping a hard roll into her soup. "Last night before bed, I made time to cook it in the castle kitchen. Stored it so it would stay warm."

They ate in comfortable silence, the only sounds the wooden spoons touching the bowls and the warming morning breeze. Noir finished his prey, licked his snout clean, then lay down again nearby, resting his head on the ground like a well-fed guard dog.

When breakfast was finished, Sylvia cleaned the bowls with a pinch of death flame. The black-purple embers touched the bowls, burning away the remnants without leaving ash or odor. She stored everything back in the system, then stood. "Let’s tidy up. We continue west."

Sofia nodded eagerly and helped dismantle the tent. The black fabric shrank back into a small roll and vanished into Sylvia’s storage. The sleeping bags were rolled neatly Sofia’s a little messy but quickly packed. They scattered dirt over the campfire embers, ensuring no fire remained. Noir rose, shook his head once, and waited for orders.

Sylvia patted Noir’s neck gently. "Grow bigger again."

Noir rumbled low; his body began to expand with the sound of cracking bone and shifting scales. In seconds, he was once more a gigantic dragon torn wings spreading wide to shade part of the morning sky, blood-red eyes blazing with unwavering loyalty. The ground trembled faintly as he stretched.

Sylvia mounted first, settling at the front of Noir’s back as usual. Sofia leaped up behind her, wrapping her arms tightly around Sylvia’s waist and resting her chin on Sylvia’s shoulder. "Ready to fly again!"

Sylvia patted Noir’s neck. "Take off. Medium speed. We’ll pass over a few towns."

Noir beat his wings once wind roared fiercely, black grass whipped wildly and they lifted off. The grassy plain shrank below; the small lake became a tiny blue dot; the tent and campfire vanished from sight. They flew westward not too fast, not too slow a perfect pace to enjoy the scenery while still covering distance efficiently.

Below, the landscape shifted again. Black plains gave way to low hills covered in silver-leaved trees, then narrow valleys with slow-flowing purple crystal rivers. Soon, small towns appeared in the distance not grand like Nocture, but mixed settlements of old-world ruins and new constructions.

Sylvia looked down, her pitch-black eyes narrowing. "We’ll pass three small towns. They don’t need to know we’re here. Stacia once taught me a spell."

Sofia nodded, remembering the lesson. "Camouflage magic, right? The one that makes us like the wind."

"Yes."

Sylvia raised both hands. The Chain of Abyss trembled more strongly; deep purple runes appeared in the air, encircling Noir, Sylvia, and Sofia. She spoke a short incantation Stacia had taught her ancient words that flowed like whispers of wind through a tomb. The air around them vibrated softly, and Noir’s body began to fade. Not completely invisible, but translucent like drifting mist. His massive wings no longer physically blocked the sky; anyone below would only feel a powerful gust, perhaps hear the faint sound of wings like a distant storm passing.

Sylvia and Sofia were enveloped in the spell as well. They could still see each other clearly. The magic didn’t obscure the caster’s vision but to outside eyes, they simply didn’t exist. Only a strong wind blowing through, leaves scattering, and perhaps a slight tremor in the ground if Noir landed.

They passed the first town, a small settlement called Thornveil, built atop the ruins of an old fortress. People below were starting their day: merchants setting up stalls, children running along stone streets, gate guards yawning while holding crystal spears. As Noir flew overhead, a powerful gust swept through the town. Hats flew off, laundry fluttered wildly, and a few people looked up in confusion.

"Where’d that wind come from?" muttered an old dwarf, clutching his beard.

"Small storm, probably," his companion replied with a shrug. "Or the wind spirits are angry again."

No one saw the giant dragon. No one saw the two figures on its back. Only wind passing through, then gone. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

The second town was busier, a floating market above a crystal river, built from black wooden boats lashed together. Merchants of various races shouted their wares: fresh black mushrooms, small energy crystals, dark-rainbow fabrics born of fusion. When the strong wind hit, the boats rocked, some goods fell into the water but there was no panic. People just laughed, cursed lightly, and continued trading.

"Damn wind!" shouted a shadow elf as he caught his flying hat.

Sylvia watched calmly from above. "They’re used to strange things now. A big gust doesn’t surprise them anymore."

Sofia grinned widely. "This feels amazing! We can pass through without anyone knowing. Like ghosts out for a stroll."

The third town was the last before the landscape changed again into dense forest. This one was quieter with only a few obsidian stone houses scattered across a hillside, surrounded by wild black rose hedges. The population was small, mostly shadow elves and surviving human remnants. When the strong wind passed, only a few looked up, but no one panicked. A small child even waved at the sky, as if greeting the wind.

Noir flew on, wings beating steadily. The camouflage spell remained active; faint purple runes still slowly rotated around them. Sylvia lowered her hands, but the magic didn’t fade; she maintained it effortlessly now, thanks to Stacia’s patient training.

"Good," Sylvia murmured. "This spell is useful. No need to kill when it’s unnecessary."

Sofia hugged Sylvia’s waist tighter. "You’re starting to enjoy quiet traveling, aren’t you, my Sylvia?"

Sylvia didn’t answer immediately. She only looked ahead toward the approaching dense forest tall trees with black-silver leaves, thin mist drifting between trunks. In the distance, the faint outline of a new mountain born after the fusion, its peak dusted with pale purple snow.

"Maybe," she replied at last, her voice soft but carrying a faint note of satisfaction. "For now... just enjoying the wind is enough."

Noir rumbled lightly almost in agreement. They continued flying west, unseen, untouched, only a powerful gust sweeping across the world below. Small towns passed one by one; their inhabitants never knew that the Sylvia of Death and her companion were flying overhead, savoring a freedom they hadn’t felt in far too long.

The sky remained gray, the moon still felt close even in the morning, and the western wind kept whispering promises of new adventures. On Noir’s back, Sylvia allowed herself a faint smile, a cold yet warm smile that only appeared when no eyes were watching.