Chapter 196
At the same time, the girl spoke, uttering a few phrases in a language that seemed to belong to no place in this world. The dried blood on the ground instantly transformed into threads, rushing toward the blood-soaked cloth bag filled with fingers lying on the floor.
Before the feathered seal could ponder the situation, a powerful force began to violently tug at its consciousness.
What is happening?!
Once the feathered seal regained its awareness, it began to observe the outside world.
Golden metallic stripes surrounded it, as if it were trapped in a cage. No matter how it thrashed about inside, it could not break free from this prison.
Soon, its world began to spin. It felt itself slowly rising, liberated from a dark space, and it could see everything around it.
This was the room from just moments ago.
Its perspective rotated slowly, revealing a pale face that was alarmingly close.
“(Ancient Ansu language) Hello.”
The face broke into a radiant smile and greeted it fluently in Ancient Ansu.
“(Ancient Ansu language) How is this possible… Who are you?!”
The raven's shadow, burning within the cage, trembled, utterly unable to comprehend the current situation.
But soon, it calmed down.
“(Ancient Ansu language) This seal is only temporary… I still exist within your body, and you cannot extract me without harming yourself…”
“(Ancient Ansu language) I can wait…”
The red-haired girl nodded slightly, a hint of confusion in her eyes, and replied:
“(Ancient Ansu language) I don’t quite understand.”
“(Ancient Ansu language) Just wait a moment…”
The pale-faced girl slowly turned the birdcage in her hands, and the raven's shadow looked toward the blood-red vortex before it.
“(Ancient Ansu language) Is this… the Spirit Realm?!”
As the raven's shadow gazed in shock, a hand, covered in cracked eyes and with dozens of knuckles, emerged from the “Spirit Realm,” its palm as large as a human face.
“Xiao Zuo, bring me my watch, just a moment…”
The pale-faced Shaer looked at the creature from the Spirit Realm and spoke.
The hand obediently picked up the fallen watch from the ground and handed it to Shaer. She then slowly closed her eyes, temporarily severing the “Death Reversal,” entering a state of suspended animation.
Seconds later, her previously still heart seemed to be injected with a powerful stimulant, beginning to beat violently, and her blood started to flow again.
Shaer slowly sat up, holding the pocket watch, and looked at Xiao Zuo.
“Xiao Zuo… I need a favor…”
Under her direction, Xiao Zuo climbed onto her left hand, twisting and adjusting its posture like a large glove, fitting snugly over the back of Shaer’s hand.
“(Ancient Ansu language) Now, I will let you out…”
Click—
Shaer pressed the stopwatch, then swiftly swung her left hand toward her own head.
Crack—
Her head shattered, blood and brain matter splattering everywhere.
Meanwhile, the left hand controlled by the spiritual creature had firmly grasped the blood-stained sealing feather.
**Chapter 123: The Touch of Fate's Betrayal and Remembrance.**
Smack—
The raven's shadow inside the cage watched the splattering brain matter and gushing blood, ceasing all struggle, standing still in the cage, staring blankly at the headless corpse before it.
Fragments of scalp, clinging to red hair and skull, littered the floor and sofa, making the entire living room resemble a crime scene.
She… has gone mad?
No… at the moment she struck her head, she used that sealing object in her hand!
That sealing object that belonged to her…
Thud—
The girl’s body collapsed into the pool of blood, taking the “Substitute Saint Corpse” that sealed the raven's shadow down with her.
After rolling a few times on the blood-soaked wooden floor, the raven's shadow noticed that the feather had appeared right in front of it.
So, it was just overthinking…
The raven's shadow desperately tried to slam against the birdcage, hoping to roll it toward the feather, but no matter how hard it pushed, the cage, burning with purple flames, remained immovable like a rock.
Clatter, clatter—
A massive hand crawled over to the feather, dragging it away from the cage, then pressed down on it, pinning it to the ground, the eyes on its back scanning the surroundings, seemingly in a state of contemplation.
A mindless creature from the Spirit Realm…
Seeing this, the raven's shadow felt a sense of calm wash over it.
The bones inside the cage, which provided energy for the seal, wouldn’t last long; they would be exhausted within a day, and its struggles might even hasten the burning.
And the spiritual creature before it couldn’t remain in reality for long without external assistance.
As long as it confirmed that the girl named Shaer was truly dead…
The shadow cast its gaze toward the girl’s corpse not far away, and then it witnessed a scene that horrified it.
A phantom silver dial appeared behind the girl, with a sharp second hand rapidly advancing a small distance.
The splattered flesh, bone fragments, and brain matter defied the laws of nature, floating in mid-air. Even the girl’s body, lying on the ground, began to levitate, standing upright in its original position.
Everything seemed to rewind, except for the feather embedded in the girl’s brain; all other parts of her body quickly reconnected in just a second or two, and the pale, expressionless girl stood once more.
The pocket watch also returned to her hand during the restoration.
What is this?
This is!!!
The raven's shadow, which had calmed down, suddenly became frantic. It repeatedly slammed its head against the birdcage, accelerating the burning of the holy bones within.
“(Ancient Ansu language) This is my power! This is my authority!”
“(Ancient Ansu language) You’re just a damned vessel!!!”
“(Ancient Ansu language) How dare you!!!”
The shrill cries of the feathered spirit seemed to catch the girl’s attention. She merely cast a faint glance at the birdcage before crouching down, half-kneeling beside the eerie hand of the spiritual creature.
She reached out, gently stroking the wrist of the massive hand as if petting a small cat or dog.
The knuckles of that hand stood up, seemingly enjoying the touch. Its palm lifted off the ground, the wrist arching high, as if it were trying to meet the girl’s hand.
The girl extended her left hand, directly retrieving the black-blue feather from beneath the palm, then patted the back of the eerie hand, as if issuing a command.
At that moment, several cracks appeared in the palm of the terrifying hand, and dark purple tongues emerged, eagerly licking up the blood left on the ground.
After doing all this, the girl stood up slowly, holding the feather in her left hand and the fallen “Substitute Saint Corpse” in her right.
Bang—
“Lady Shaer! Are you alright?!”
Hearing the sound of shattering glass, Tara rushed over, and upon opening the door, she was frozen in shock at the scene before her.
Shaer stood calmly, bloodstains on her face, holding a burning birdcage pendant in her left hand and a feather radiating a powerful spiritual aura in her right.
The floor, sofa, and table were all splattered with blood, and beside Shaer’s feet was a terrifying creature, supported by dozens of fingers, licking the blood from the ground with its long, pointed tongues.
Especially when Tara laid eyes on that horrifying creature, a spiritual alarm blared in her mind. She quickly lowered her head, focusing on her breathing, not daring to look at Shaer again.
“I’m fine.”
Shaer looked in Tara’s direction and said, “You can go now.”
“Y-yes… yes, Lady Shaer…”
Tara, feeling a wave of relief, bowed her head and exited the living room, closing the wooden door behind her.
The moment she shut the door, Tara regretted not following orders and rushing over to see if something had gone wrong.
If even the Mother Goddess couldn’t solve the problem, how could she?
Tara could only hope her intrusion wouldn’t tarnish her good standing in the Mother Goddess’s eyes—she believed she had been loyal and well-behaved.
After Tara left, Shaer took a deep breath, her legs giving way as she leaned back against the blood-stained sofa.
Just now, she had indeed heard the voice of the raven's shadow in her mind.
But she hadn’t fully grasped everything the raven's shadow had said.
This is my power, this is my authority.
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