Chapter 872: Chapter 849: The Mystery Revealed
Han Tianzun left many observations of another world in his small bamboo slips. He ntioned that during a certain festival, mortals would play a ga called “guessing lantern shadows.” By spinning the ga props under a lamplight, if the angle was just right, a special shape would be projected on the wall.
At this mont, he felt as if he were playing such a ga. The difference was that it was his own Divine Sense moving through the chaotic colors, trying to find an angle that made everything aningful. His intuition told him he had to hurry because Tanya likely couldn’t hold on much longer. Even if a Half-elf as the Raven Queen’s apprentice had certainly experienced this sort of thing before.
However, Lancelot had a bit of an advantage: back in Raventown, Tanya had suddenly changed as if possessed, even her hair turned black. She uttered in a mystical tone, “I shall descend here and reunite my form.” Therefore, to so extent, he had seen the Raven Queen’s image, at least felt her aura, whereas Tanya had no concept of this because she was actually in an unconscious state at the ti.
Lancelot quickly found a special angle. The previously aningless points, lines, and color blocks ford the image of an elegant black-haired woman, very much like the aura Tanya had at that ti.
Once the focal point was found, the rest was much easier: Lancelot quickly traced a particular line. If he moved his Divine Sense along this line, he could see the woman’s image moving, emitting many thin, glowing lines from her body as if she were glowing.
The lines finally turned into black gemstones, and the woman lost her original elegant aura. She looked like… Tanya?
Lancelot wanted to find more clues but tried several tis without any useful results. The only seemingly aningful thing was the large patches of black color flowing out of those gemstones, eventually filling his entire vision.
He tried to return to the initial test point, seeking a thod to change the scene’s direction over ti, but still found nothing. Finally, Lancelot felt Tanya’s pain had accumulated to an unbearable level, so he severed their sensory connection to let her know she no longer needed to endure.
“Uwa…”
Tanya imdiately let out a pained groan and opened her eyes, her face pale but filled with expectation.
“How was it?” the Half-elf asked impatiently, “Did you get any useful information?”
“Yes.” Lancelot nodded, “But I’m still not sure what exactly I saw…”
He spent a few minutes roughly describing the scene he saw. His companions listened intently, occasionally asking questions, all of which Lancelot answered one by one.
“Uh, that’s a very strange on…” Bruto scratched his head, “Is it the story of the Raven Queen’s failed ascension?”
“Kind of, but what’s the purpose of it?” Alamir questioned with a frown, “The Raven Queen should be showing us a thod for reuniting her form…”
“Perhaps that is the thod for reuniting her form.” Kalalin rubbed his chin, “Lancelot might have been mistaken; what he saw might be a reversed scene. Those black gemstones reunite the Raven Queen’s form, but according to legend, those gemstones are most likely…”
“mory Crystals!” Lancelot suddenly exclaid, “I know how to bring the Raven Queen down!”
“Huh?” His companions almost simultaneously gasped, looking at him in bewildernt. Tanya ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, shouting excitedly, “What do I need to do? Tell quickly!”
“Actually, you already know the answer, you just didn’t connect the dots.” Lancelot shook his head with a smile, pointing to the lake nearby, “This is the answer you’ve been looking for all along.”
“The Lake of Styx?” Tanya remained very confused, “What are you talking about…”
“I understand now, so that’s how it is…” Kalalin also smiled and spoke, “Tanya, the biggest mission of the Shadow Elves is to collect various mories for the Raven Queen, to prevent her from dispersing, right?”
“Yes, but…”
“Think about it, what was the main activity of the witches here before? What role did the Lake of Styx play in it?”
“The main activity of the witches? Collecting souls of the neutral evil ones and using the waters of the Lake of Styx to transform them into face worms…” Tanya’s pupils suddenly contracted, “mories! After being transford into face worms, where did those souls’ mories go?”
“It is said that at the end of the Styx, there is a fortress made of mory Crystals, the realm of the Ferryman Demon, Charon.” Kalalin shrugged, “The most dangerous property of the waters of Styx is their ability to cause mory loss. If you soak an entire soul in it until it turns into a face worm, so mory Crystal-like substance may precipitate out. And I see no tributaries here; the witches haven’t seed to have drained the lake, which ans…”
“At the bottom of the lake lies a large number of mory Crystals, the relics of all the souls harvested by the witches over the past century.” Lancelot concluded, “According to the on I just saw, your ntor seems to want to express this: with the help of a large number of mory Crystals, she can descend, and most likely, descend upon you.”
“No wonder you said I already knew…” the Half-elf pouted dejectedly, “I really am too dumb…”
“There is an Eastern saying, three humble cobblers together surpass a noble pri minister.” Lancelot chuckled, “With so many of us together, we’re certainly quicker than you thinking on your own.”
“But how can we get the crystals from the bottom of the lake?” Tanya’s expression beca knotted again, “Except for the creatures that grow in the Styx, I’ve never heard of any thod allowing one to dive into its waters…”
“To my knowledge, there indeed is none.” Lancelot shrugged, “So, we need to find a way to drain the lake’s water… Any ideas?”
“I have, I have!” Bruto imdiately raised his hand, “We could dig a channel to lead the lake water to the lower northern ground. The vines Lancelot used last ti to dig tunnels were great…”
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