Chapter 201
And then...
Was that scene just now about creating a sealing object?
A sealing object... can actually be created?
Does that mean the "coroner" possesses such abilities as well?
The more she watched these memories from an unknown time, the more chaotic Sha'er’s thoughts became.
Everything she saw was challenging her understanding of extraordinary powers.
She admitted that her knowledge of the extraordinary was merely superficial, limited to shallow encounters.
It seemed necessary to have a thorough discussion with Aivina about extraordinary beings once this was all over—at the very least, she needed to extract every bit of knowledge from Aivina's mind.
Additionally, Sha'er noticed a pattern she had observed before.
After watching the memories this time, she might have grasped this pattern.
After the bright blue orb, the subsequent orbs were mostly blue and white, with orange being a mere fraction.
However, after the segment where orange made up 90% of the orbs, the proportion of orange began to increase in the following orbs.
This was related to the events surrounding the sealing objects, and it was a crucial point.
This time, the raven's perspective was stitched into the sealing object... was that what granted the sealing object its intelligence?
So, did blue represent fear? Or the fact of becoming extraordinary? Or perhaps... evolution?
Sha'er quickly retraced her steps along the light path.
Compared to before, after entering that blue orb, the number of orbs had drastically decreased, shortening her journey.
This time, in less than five minutes, Sha'er found herself facing the orange orb she remembered.
Thank goodness it hadn’t vanished...
Sha'er felt a slight relief and reached out, touching the orange orb with her fingertip.
The orange glow enveloped her, and in the next moment, she felt a searing heat all around.
Boom—
A tremendous tremor seemed to shatter the orange light before her.
In an instant, her surroundings transformed into a sea of deep crimson flames.
“***!”
With a frantic shout, Sha'er’s perspective began to shake violently.
Gradually, she adapted to the view before her and saw what was happening.
She was now in the shape of a pen, gripped tightly in the hand of an old woman.
The old woman had white hair, but a few strands of gold still peeked through. Sha'er could see her features through the wrinkles on her face, slowly merging with the image of the young woman she had seen before.
Is it her?
The young woman from before?
Judging by her appearance, at least fifty or sixty years must have passed?
No, wait... considering the extraordinarily long lifespans, it could be not just decades, but two or three hundred years.
At that moment, the woman was sprinting through the ruins of a palace, tightly clutching a quill pen, her goal the black-blue swirling door made of an unknown stone material not far ahead.
It resembled the bloodline vortex Sha'er used during her spiritual summons, but this black-blue door was clearly much gentler.
Suddenly, she seemed to sense something and abruptly turned around, clutching the quill pen tightly.
Behind her was something Sha'er found hard to describe.
That "thing" stood about the height of an average person, but it was shrouded in thick mist and fragmented characters, like someone... whose appearance had been pixelated in her memory.
Were faces obscured in memories?
What level of existence is this?
A twisted beam of black light, as if it sought to devour everything, shot out from that figure, wrapping around the old woman's waist.
Countless tendrils of black light pierced into the woman’s body, rapidly siphoning her nutrients.
“**!”
The woman cried out in despair, then with all her strength, she hurled the pen and something else toward the door.
Sha'er felt her bones twisting in agony as she transformed rapidly; she extended her golden beak to grasp the object and flapped her wings, diving into the black-blue vortex.
Once she entered the vortex, darkness enveloped her, and she could no longer feel her body.
Soon, the darkness shattered, revealing a shimmering crack of light. As she flew toward it, her vision returned, and she found herself in a completely withered, fog-laden forest.
Sha'er turned her gaze back, and the flames and vortex were long gone. Then, her head lowered.
In this perspective, she couldn’t see what she was holding in her beak, but soon, as the raven tilted its head back, Sha'er felt a strange sensation in her throat, and her awareness of her surroundings faded completely.
At that moment, Sha'er’s body had detached from the raven, floating like a ghost above. She finally gained a second-person perspective, looking down from about three meters above the raven.
The once-decorated raven was now huddled on the ground, wings wrapped around its head, howling in despair as if its spirit were under immense strain.
Its feathers stretched, broke, and regrew in a struggle, and it seemed unable to maintain its form, beginning to twist and distort.
As a flash of purple light passed, a blue-black quill pen floated in the air.
The once-black feather appeared to be infected by some virus, with countless silver runes spreading across it, densely covering the black feather until it turned completely silver.
Was this why the raven lost consciousness, so she didn’t have to see its perspective?
Sha'er remained frozen in this angle, unable to move, merely watching the quill pen emit a faint silver glow.
Time passed, and eventually, she felt a pull, her perspective being drawn back into the raven's body.
But this time, the raven's view had undergone a dramatic transformation.
The once withered forest burst into life in an instant, only to wither again in less than half a second. In the next moment, all the branches morphed into fluttering bones and flesh, and the mud below seemed to transform into a blood-soaked mire formed from crushed bones and flesh.
Aside from the visual distortions, Sha'er’s mind was bombarded with chaotic murmurs, nearly shattering her already fragile psyche.
The scene paused at the moment the raven took flight, and Sha'er’s consciousness faded completely.
It wasn’t until she caught a whiff of a strange fragrance that she gradually began to awaken.
The familiar fatigue made even opening her eyes a challenge. When she finally managed to pry her eyes open, she saw fingers before her.
Little Zuo was perched atop her head, pinching a piece of burning dark purple sludge between its two fingers.
As soon as it sensed Sha'er waking up, Little Zuo’s form disintegrated, taking the burning sludge with it, vanishing from her sight.
In the room now, there was no sign of Little Zuo or the hunched sludge creature. The blood-red vortex had disappeared, leaving only a dried pool of blood and the sealing object cradled in Sha'er’s arms.
No... the simulation isn’t over yet... there are still more than ten hours to go...
Suppressing the urge to faint, Sha'er whispered, “Tala…”
Just uttering that name left her utterly exhausted.
The effect of [Time Distortion] had long since faded, and Sha'er, having traversed the "Assassin" path, had lost all her strength, collapsing onto the bloodstained sofa.
Meanwhile, a cultist, using the sealing object in hand to probe the information within the house, looked up toward Tala and said, “Archbishop Tala, that lady Sha'er inside is calling for you.”
Upon hearing this, Tala instantly perked up, her form twisting and vanishing, leaving behind a phantom white shadow.
When she reappeared, Tala stood outside her home, head bowed as she pushed open the door and called out, “Lady Sha'er! You called for me?”
But after saying this, she waited for a long time without receiving a response from Sha'er.
Summoning her courage, she slowly raised her head to look in Sha'er’s direction, and upon seeing Sha'er collapsed on the sofa, panic washed over her.
“Lady Sha'er?”
Tala quickly shut the door and rushed to kneel beside the sofa, reaching out to check Sha'er’s neck.
Blood was still flowing, and her heart was still beating...
Without a moment's hesitation, a white shadow emerged from Tala, diving directly into the shadow between Sha'er and the sofa.
Strange... there’s no pain at all?
Is this spiritual contamination?
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