Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 1034: The Witch Who Turned Into a Cat

During this era, the Circle Sorcerer System did not exist, and the witch was surprised at the scene before her.

Meanwhile, Shard's empty left hand had already assumed a throwing posture. As the silver-white electricity gathered, intricate patterns crawled onto the Thunder Spear.

The sound of the wind concealed the thunderbolt as the Thunder Spear was hurled towards the black fog beneath the dark sky, only to be easily dodged by the opponent.

The swirling black fog seemed angered by this strike and again descended, attempting to pounce on Shard's face. But as Shard stabbed the Moonlight Greatsword into the snow, the golden shield lit up beneath the pitch-dark sky, and the bursting golden glimmer once again compelled those black fogs to soar upwards.

In fact, during past times, Shard rarely engaged directly in combat; facing the Child of the Invisible last time was already a rare battle. And this opponent was a demon, but evidently not very strong. The Tree Father let Shard come to the past space-time, never to let him defeat enemies like a gladiator. Any enemy appearing in such a strange space was similarly suppressed by the environment here. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

The Moonlight Greatsword in his hand dissipated, and as the black fog descended again, Shard raised his right hand high amidst the snowstorm. At the center of the giant Brass Life Ring, the Silvermoon rune blossomed with the light of a true Silvermoon.

Just like the deity on the ridge earlier, who raised the Long Staff to drive away the evil fiends, the light at his fingertips spurred Shard to shout out his current wish:

"Light Spell!"

Even though the Silver White Mountains suppressed light sources, the instantaneous burst of silver moonlight still illuminated his head.

The black fog dissolved in the light of Silvermoon, and as the light vanished, Shard gasped for breath, supporting his knees while only a third of the black fog flew along the snowy slope towards the higher ridge.

Miss Chloe hurriedly supported Shard, who had evidently consumed too much.

"It's a pity it escaped!"

Even though he knew he could not eliminate a demon like a doctor, Shard still felt a bit regretful.

But suddenly, both he and Miss Chloe were surprised to see on the dimly glowing ridge, a barefoot maiden in a white robe had appeared, unknown when.

A white oak staff was raised forward, and in the light waved out, the escaping black fog completely melted in the blizzard.

"God..."

Originally, it was Miss Chloe supporting Shard, but now Shard was supporting Miss Chloe, who almost fell into the snow.

A man cowering hid trembling behind a stone, and Mrs. Marques, unconscious, was half-covered by snow. The witch and Shard together looked up, over the gentle snowy slope, towards the deity in white robes on the distant ridge, who retracted the Long Staff and suddenly pointed towards the tallest peak far away.

As the Long Staff was thrust into the snow, both the witch and Shard heard the God's voice:

"Go, climb forth. Conquer the snowstorm, and you will gain the power you seek."

Wind and snow mingled, and someone unknown began to sing:

"Even the bravest warrior dares not climb the snow mountain,

For the snow mountain is the grave of the lost.

The initial climbers came in unknown times,

The final climbers shall also be buried here.

Snow is the spirit of the earth;

Wind is the offspring of the mountains.

In the bygone days' glory,

The maiden climbing the peak glimpsed the ancient truth.

The eternal ice seal shall come,

It is the homecoming of all things."

[You have listened to the story of the Old God "Culvert Maiden," and learned the miracle of the Old God "Winter Maiden."]

[Outlander has acquired the sorcery "Summon Big Snowball"]

[Summon a big snowball to fall from the sky. If cast indoors, the highest point of the casting area must be at least 3 feet (about 0.9 meters) above the caster standing position. The snowball is difficult to melt and upon impact, induces stiffness, frozen thoughts, and various other effects.]

The image of God disappeared on the ridge beneath the darkness; both Shard and Miss Chloe gazed vacantly at the heights. But the current environment would not permit them to daze, as the disappearance of the "Sanctuary" had left everyone exposed to the snowstorm.

"Do you have any extra cloth?"

The witch asked Shard, seemingly intending to set up a temporary shelter again.

"Yes, I do."

Shard nodded but asked once more:

"But will a tent suffice?"

"Even better."

Without Shard's help to set up, the witch took the tent parts handed by Shard in the snow, and with just a few hand movements, three snowmen "crept" out from the snow:

"Indeed, being close to you, the frozen spirit would recover a bit—do you have some special flame on you?"

Miss Chloe said, asking Shard for six buttons, which were given to the snowmen for eyes, thus they became Miss Chloe the Witch's temporary summoned entities:

"Embers of the Fire of the Primordial."

"You actually know the Fire Holding Nun? Aren't those nuns known for ignoring everyone else?"

While making use of the free labor to pitch the tent, Miss Chloe went to check on Mrs. Marques, who was unconscious by the campfire. Meanwhile, the timid man stepped forward to help set up the tent with the snowmen, probably thinking that he wouldn't be left behind that way.

Shard was very interested in the witch's secret technique to summon snowmen, but he was even more intrigued by the new sorcery he had acquired. At home, he worried about the spell causing damage to the house, but here he had no such concerns.

When he acquired the sorcery, Shard already knew the spell words similar to "Praise the Maiden." As he chanted the words, he crossed his right hand's index and middle fingers, pointing them at the sky:

"Snowball."

The rumbling sound carried by the wind startled Miss Chloe. She looked up in amazement to find a snowball, 1.5 times the height of a person, added to the snowy ground. It was a perfect sphere but had sunk into the snow layer due to the accumulated snow on the ground.

At this moment, Shard was enthusiastically inspecting the snowball, and before Miss Chloe could stop him, he cast spells in succession, summoning three more large snowballs. These fell on either side of the wind-sheltering rock, enlarging the sheltered area.

"Did you lose control?"

By the time Shard returned to the already formed tent, the witch voiced her concern:

"In these snowy mountains, not only the body and soul gradually stiffen, but even the spirit will slowly freeze, with a very slow recovery rate. Even if you have embers within you, don't cast spells heedlessly."

"No need to worry about that; actually, I... will be leaving here in a while."

Shard said, crouching to check Mrs. Marques's condition under the witch's surprised gaze. He then took out holy water, and with the witch's help, dripped it into her mouth, finally pouring some on her forehead:

"I came here to help you all ascend the mountain peak, but I can't always appear here."

Shard explained, the young witch slightly furrowing her brows. By this time, the tent had been set up, and everyone had gone inside. Under the witch's healing, Mrs. Marques gradually regained consciousness. She seemed frightened, but Miss Chloe didn't have time to comfort her then:

"You can leave anytime?"

The fiery golden gaze locked onto Shard.

"No, only when the time comes."

Shard said, watching the timid man be the last to crawl into the tent. They sat around the campfire, which now held vegetables—having been disposed of—because no one knew if the demon had done anything to them. Mrs. Marques, recalling what happened, tearfully began to prepare a meal for everyone again.

"What exactly are you?"

Miss Chloe asked.

"I told you, I'm an Outlander."

He reached out to grasp the witch's hand, a gesture that startled her; she had never seen a man voluntarily contact a witch before:

"Do you feel warmth? Can you sense the power of a living person? Can you perceive my soul?"

Shard inquired, and the Eleventh Rank witch nodded:

"This is what I don't understand; you look like an ordinary mortal, why can you cast spells being a male?"

Her eyes glanced down:

"Are you actually female?"

"Ma'am, your gaze is quite rude. Furthermore, witches are not permitted to transform into males."

Shard reminded, stopping Miss Chloe before she could speak further:

"I have about ten more minutes left; listen to me first. When I return, I cannot bring items possessing supernatural power, but if you want something else or need me to look up information, just tell me."

While talking, he reached into his pocket to pull out toys, planning to leave most of his supplies behind. Unlike their group with the Witch Empress Violetta, Chloe the Witch's group lacked everything except water.

Miss Chloe asked Shard for paper and pen, jotting down some ordinary items that could serve as spellcasting materials. For example, the buttons from earlier; once the summoned snowmen gained mobility, even carrying them would be helpful.

"As for information, no, what we need right now isn't information; it's the courage to climb."

She returned Shard's notebook to him:

"I just hope you can appear again, to prove what I see isn't an illusion."

The witch looked into Shard's eyes:

"No matter what you are, you promised you would return."

"Yes, I promise I will return. Though this time I actually don't need to retrieve anything, which is quite refreshing..."

Shard nodded:

"Keep moving toward the peak of the Silver Mountains; when I return, I'll definitely find you all."

The Tree Father is sure to let him appear near them.

Miss Chloe nodded in a somewhat dazed manner, her eyes watching the flames licking the bottom of the pot. Hesitating a moment, she suddenly bumped her head against Shard. She wasn't intending to attack him; instead, she transformed into a silvery-white cat, leaping onto Shard's lap.

The "Witch Cat" said nothing, but Shard knew she wanted to snuggle close to him for warmth and regain her strength. But, due to her pride, she felt too embarrassed to approach directly, which was why she turned into a cat.

In the year 1853 of the Sixth Era, six thousand years later, Tifa also once transformed into a cat after consuming a magic potion. But Tifa Cat was pure white without a trace of other color, whereas Chloe the Cat was silvery-white, a color no normal cat would have,

Of course, compared to them, he still thought "real cat" Mia was the cutest of all.

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