The Speedrun Manual of Miss Witch-Chapter 124 - Shadow of Past Days (2/3)

Azure light enveloped Ciel again. When the blue faded, she returned to the space of purple mist.

That scene just now was...

For some reason, that scene just now made Ciel directly think of the “Coroner” ability.

Stitching.

But the details were slightly different.

The “Coroner’s” stitching used an ability resembling spider silk, secreted from one’s own body.

But the young woman in the memory clearly didn’t secrete those spider silk-like things herself. The source of power for the blood threads she used for stitching wasn’t herself.

This touched upon Ciel’s knowledge blind spot.

All along, Ciel’s understanding of transcendent abilities stemmed from the concept of “potions.”

Completing the Reconstitution Ritual combined with the potion, then borrowing the power brought by combining with the potion, using abilities based on the spiritual body.

This transcendent system consumed one’s own flesh and blood, spirit, and spiritual body.

And Ciel observed none of these consumptions just now.

Which era was this exactly?

Perhaps if Ciel looked for books about the Ancient Era again, she could ascertain the specific year.

And also...

Was that scene just now creating a sealed artifact?

Sealed artifacts... could actually be created?

Then does “Coroner” also possess such an ability?

The more Ciel watched these memories of unknown age, the more chaotic her thoughts became.

Everything Ciel saw challenged her perception of transcendent power.

She admitted her understanding of the transcendent was indeed superficial, only touching upon shallow things.

It seems necessary, after things are settled, to find Avena again and thoroughly cram knowledge about transcendents, at least draining the knowledge in Avena’s mind.

Additionally, Ciel discovered a pattern she had noticed before.

This time, after watching the memory, Ciel might have grasped this pattern.

After this bright blue light sphere, the subsequent light spheres were mostly blue and white, with negligible orange proportions.

But starting from the orange sphere with 90% proportion in the middle and onwards, the proportion of orange began increasing in subsequent light spheres.

This was related to events encountered by the sealed artifact, and were key nodes.

This time, the raven’s perspective was being stitched into the sealed artifact... Was this how the sealed artifact gained intelligence?

So does blue represent emotions like fear? Or the fact of becoming transcendent? Or... evolution?

Ciel quickly ran back along the light path.

Compared to before, after entering that blue light sphere, the number of light spheres decreased significantly, shortening Ciel’s journey.

This time, after running for less than five minutes, Ciel saw the orange light sphere she remembered from before.

Good, it didn’t disappear...

Ciel felt slightly relieved, then directly reached out, touching the orange light sphere with her index finger.

Orange light enveloped Ciel. The next moment, she felt intense heat all around her.

Rumble—

A huge vibration seemed to shatter the orange light before Ciel.

In just an instant, her vision became a sea of deep red fire.

“***!” Following a series of urgent shouts, Ciel’s perspective began shaking violently.

She gradually adapted to the current perspective, seeing clearly what was happening now.

At this moment, she was in the shape of a pen, being held tightly by an old woman.

The old woman’s hair was pale, but faint strands of gold could still be seen. Ciel, through the wrinkles on her face, slowly superimposed her appearance with the young woman seen before.

Her?

The young woman from before?

Judging by her appearance, at least fifty or sixty years must have passed? freeweɓnøvel.com

No... Considering the super long lifespan of transcendents, this might not be decades, possibly two or three hundred years.

At this moment, the woman tightly gripped the quill pen, running amidst the ruins of a palace. Her target was the black and blue vortex door not far ahead, fixed by unknown stone material.

This strongly resembled the blood line vortex when Ciel used Spiritual Summoning, except this black and blue door was clearly much gentler than the blood line vortex.

Suddenly, she seemed to sense something, gripping the quill pen in her hand and abruptly turning around.

Behind her was a “thing” Ciel found difficult to describe.

That “thing” was about the height of a normal person, but its entire body was shrouded in thick fog and fragmented characters, like... a person censored with different mosaics in memory.

Even appearance is blocked in memory?

What level of existence is this?

A beam of distorted black light, seemingly about to devour everything, was flung out by that figure, directly wrapping around the old woman’s waist.

Countless branches within the black light directly inserted into the woman’s body, rapidly absorbing nutrients from her body.

“**!” The woman screamed something in despair, then used all her strength, throwing the pen in her hand and something else towards the door’s direction.

Ciel could feel her bones rapidly changing along with tearing pain. She extended her golden beak, caught that object, and directly flew into the black and blue vortex door.

After drilling into the vortex door, Ciel’s vision became pitch black, even unable to feel her own body’s existence.

Soon, the darkness shattered. A fissure glowing with faint light appeared before Ciel’s eyes. After flying towards the fissure, her vision recovered. Before her appeared a completely withered forest shrouded in mist.

Ciel’s perspective turned backward. Behind her, the previous firelight and vortex were long gone. Immediately after, Ciel’s head lowered.

From this perspective, Ciel couldn’t clearly see what she held in her beak. But soon, the raven’s head tilted back. Ciel felt a foreign object sensation in her throat, then her body’s perception of the surroundings completely disappeared.

At this moment, Ciel’s body had detached from the raven, floating above like a ghost. Ciel finally gained a second-person perspective, looking down at the raven below from about three meters above its body.

The raven on the ground, no longer adorned with gorgeous decorations, was tucking its wings, protecting its head, screeching desperately, as if its spirit was suffering a huge impact.

Its feathers continuously extended, broke, shed, then regrew during the struggle. At this moment, it seemed unable to maintain its form, beginning to twist and deform.

Following a flash of purple light, a blue-black quill pen floated in the air.

The originally black quill base, as if infected by some virus, had countless silver runes adhering and spreading on it, densely packed, until the black quill base was covered in silver before stopping.

Is it because the raven lost consciousness, so I don’t have to see its perspective anymore?