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墨書 Inktalez
Chapter Two Hundred Seventy-Four:
"Isn't this temperature almost close to zero?"
She gently exhaled a breath of white mist, frowned slightly, and looked down.
Below, the volcanic ash area appeared to be floating in the air, a constantly undulating gray river that extended far into the distant forest.
However, this peculiar environment was not present in Glenor's memory.
"It might be a change in the environment caused by the volcanic eruption."
She tightened her grip on her Robe, paused for a moment, and continued forward.
As she advanced, the air was not filled solely with volcanic ash; there were also some fine white particles mixed in.
The Black Path beneath her feet had unknowingly turned into a blanket of white snow.
It made a crunching sound as Freya stepped on it.
After a while, the path beneath her feet began to fade, almost completely covered by the wind and snow.
The footsteps of the three people she had been observing started to deviate from the route she remembered, heading in another direction.
She followed their footsteps and looked toward that direction. The mountain wall there was exceptionally steep, with some areas nearly flat, making it impossible for an ordinary person to proceed.
"It seems that this ruin has also revealed some traces due to the volcanic eruption. However, compared to them, I have Glenor's memories to guide me, while they can only follow the previously discovered areas and explore dangerously."
She pondered the pros and cons lightly in her heart, then withdrew her gaze and set off again.
Twenty minutes later.
In the drifting snowstorm.
Freya, with flames like Azure burning around her, walked step by step toward the mountain wall ahead.
Due to the heat from the volcano inside, the snow that fell on the mountain wall melted into water and then froze again, making the wall appear incredibly smooth, like a giant mirror.
Reaching the mountain wall, Freya calmly extended her hand and gently tapped it, then suddenly thrust her fingers forcefully into the wall.
'Crack!'
Five fingers sank directly into it.
Freya felt as if her fingers had touched something soft and warm, with a slimy texture that was quite disgusting.
"This should be it."
She frowned and withdrew her fingers.
Five dark holes were exposed on the mirror-like Ice Wall, with cracks slowly spreading around them.
Looking at what she had created, Freya took out a black, worm-like creature from her waist and squeezed it tightly.
A splash of black viscous liquid burst out with a "pop," all of it deliberately directed by Freya onto the Ice Wall.
"Hiss."
It sounded like corrosion as the incredibly hard Ice Wall began to melt rapidly under the effect of the liquid.
Soon, a strange flesh-colored wall was exposed from the melting ice layer.
The wall seemed to be alive, still writhing slightly. Directly opposite Freya, five sharp marks oozed green liquid.
"Truly worthy of the Necromancy Department's isolation wall; it's quite disgusting."
Looking at the continuously writhing flesh-colored wall with some disgust, Freya quickly tapped her forehead.
A mark flew out from her forehead and then stuck tightly to the Flesh Wall.
"Rip."
A gash suddenly opened in the center of the Flesh Wall, revealing a pitch-black Passageway inside, with hot air mixed with the smell of sulfur rushing out.
Feeling the temperature of the hot wind, Freya took out a resistance potion she had prepared in advance, pulled out the Test Tube, and poured it directly into her mouth.
Instantly, an exceptionally cold sensation erupted in her mouth, traveling down her throat and stomach, then spreading throughout her body.
Gently exhaling a breath of cold air, Freya discarded the Test Tube in her hand and stepped directly into the Passageway.
The passageway appeared long, and with the light from outside, Freya noticed deep claw marks and corrosion traces all over the surrounding walls, as fresh as new.
These were remnants of battles fought by Glenor.
Just as Freya was about to examine these marks closely, the wall behind her began to slowly writhe and merge back together. Before long, even the melted ice surface covered it once again.
This plunged the entire passageway into darkness.
However, the darkness did not last long.
With a 'pop', a ball of red flame hovered above Freya's head.
She reached out to touch the chaotic marks, applying slight pressure with her fingers.
'Zzz!!'
A piercing sound suddenly emanated from beneath her fingertip, slowly carving a thin shallow line.
This effect made Freya raise an eyebrow. Then she pressed her entire palm against the wall and slapped it hard. Instantly, a wave of scorching heat radiated from her palm, causing her to instinctively retract her hand.
The surge of heat appeared very quickly; if she hadn't just consumed a potion, this temperature might have burned her skin.
"Wow, it can actually convert energy. Could this material be Crystallized Fire Rock?"
In her impression, the large Crystallized Fire Rock was extremely hard and heavy, with a strong conductive effect for Fire Element energy. It was one of the most common materials used in Fire Element magic, not too expensive but also not cheap.
She did not expect that the entire material used to create the Passageway was made of this substance.
"That's hard to believe," she sighed lightly.
However, what was even more unimaginable to her was that Glenor could leave such severe marks in this hard Crystallized Fire Rock Passageway, indicating how intense the situation had been at that time.
After observing this luxurious Passageway for a while, she continued onward.
Ten minutes later, the originally narrow Passageway began to widen.
However, the hot air around her gradually increased in temperature.
Warm winds brushed against Freya's face, causing her to squint slightly.
The temperature here had reached nearly one hundred degrees, and she could even feel a slippery sensation under her shoes. The white robe she wore, which only had a low-level cleaning enchantment, felt extremely dry.
Touching her now very dry white robe, Freya casually tore it off, revealing the shiny red armor underneath.
Flames burned fiercely above her head, illuminating the surrounding scene.
This was a fork in the road, with three dark Passageways leading to different routes.
Freya calmly assessed the three Passageways and then walked toward the one on the far right.
In the silent passageway, only her footsteps could be heard.
Before long, large stone doors appeared on both sides of the passageway.
Each door had a rectangular stone plaque hanging above it, inscribed with a language that Freya had never learned: the Ancient Wizard Language.
Though she was curious about what was written, Freya did not open them to take a look.
Because in Glenor's memories, that strange and powerful monster had been released from one of those stone doors.
The only way she could ensure her safety now was to follow the path laid out in Glenor's memories.
After encountering several forks and corners, she walked for half an hour through the long passageway.
Freya finally arrived at a stone door.
This door was tightly shut, and deep claw marks were visible all around it, with some crystal particles scattered on the ground.
She kicked the particles on the ground but found that they were stuck firmly to the surface and quite hard.
Frowning slightly, Freya reached out to push the stone door.
With a crisp sound, the seemingly heavy stone door was easily pushed open.
As she pushed open the stone door, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew out from the crack.
This made Freya, who had been in a hot environment, feel a chill.
"Is this the effect of the constant temperature Rune Array?"
Feeling the normal temperature inside, Freya cautiously stepped through the stone door.
Inside, it was still pitch black, but in Freya's mental perception, she vaguely sensed that it was an open space.
The flames above her head could only illuminate a limited area.
Freya snapped her fingers, and instantly, the flame above split into several smaller flames, which she controlled to fly around.
This illuminated the surroundings.
However, when Freya saw the scene inside the door, she was slightly taken aback.
She discovered that in front of her were rows of tables and chairs, and at the very front was a large stage, with a red curtain still drawn back, fluttering in the cold breeze.
It seemed like something was being performed.
"Wait, why is this place a theater?" Freya frowned.
In Glenor's memory, this should be a room resembling a laboratory.
"Hmm? What is that?"
Just as she was pondering, she suddenly noticed a slender figure standing in the middle of the theater stage.
Because the flames did not illuminate that area, the figure was not very clear, as if half of its body was engulfed in darkness.
Controlling a flame to float onto the stage, Freya finally got a good look at it.
It was an Ugly Statue about half the height of a person, made of gray stone, slightly bent over, but its smiling face was directed straight at the seats in front, as if thanking them.
In its right hand, it held a black cane that clashed with its gray color.
"Is that Glenor's cane?" Freya frowned.
What should have been a laboratory room had now transformed into this enormous theater, and the hand that had been discarded on the ground appeared to be in the grip of a stone sculpture.
For a moment, Freya felt an absurd sensation.
It seemed as if there were others present in this vast theater.
After staring at the Ugly Statue for a while and finding nothing unusual, Freya slowly drew the blue dagger from her waist and cautiously approached the stage.
‘Snap.’
The black Leather Boots made a crisp sound as they stepped onto the stage.
Freya cautiously looked at the ugly figure. Although it was just a statue in her psychic perception, the vivid details of its clothing always gave Freya the illusion that it was a real person.
Standing at the edge of the stage, Freya squinted slightly. She reached behind her and pulled out a black seed, flicking it with force.
Bang!
With a loud noise, the seed struck the statue's head hard.
Instantly, half of the statue's head exploded, turning into a pile of gray powder that scattered across the stage.
"There shouldn't be any problems."
Glancing at the statue with only half a head remaining, Freya walked over slowly.
The black staff appeared quite ordinary, no different from those used by typical nobles.
However, when Freya grasped the staff, an unusually cold sensation spread from her palm and quickly traveled up her arm.
Freya instinctively looked at the top of the staff, only to find that a slender, dark greenish-black arm had begun to extend from it, coiling around her like a snake.
"What?"
A chill ran through her heart. Freya immediately released her grip on the staff, and the cold sensation between her arm and palm vanished instantly.
However, when Freya looked at the staff again, there was nothing there, as if it had just been an illusion.
"Damn it!"
She looked down at her palm, which was perfectly fine.
After thinking for a moment, Freya still grasped the staff and pulled it hard.
The staff was suddenly taken from the ugly hand.
It appeared to be made of wood, but it felt heavier; when Freya tapped it, it made a 'ding ding' sound.
After playing with it for a while and finding nothing unusual, Freya tied it with a rope and secured it to her back.
As she turned to leave, a sudden cold wind blew from behind her, as if an icy hand had slipped into her neck.
The cold wind made Freya pause slightly, then she swiftly slashed backward with the dagger in her hand.
"Hiss!!"
Immediately after, several azure streaks cut through the air fiercely.
Five deep marks suddenly appeared on the stage floor.
Freya looked coldly at the marks on the ground because in the spot where the ugly figure had been just moments ago, there was now nothing.
For a moment, in Freya's eyes, the entire theater seemed to dance with countless black smoky tendrils, sending waves of eerie sensations constantly stimulating her skin.
This feeling had disappeared ever since she was promoted to Official Wizard, but unexpectedly, it reappeared here.
"Spirit."
The stone door of the theater remained open as Freya cautiously retreated towards the entrance, keeping an eye on her surroundings.
At this moment, the ring on her right hand's index finger emitted a faint white light, and a rich aura of Positive Energy radiated from it.
Although she didn't know where that strange Spirit was located, she assumed it wouldn't attack her under these circumstances.
"I only prepared this as a precaution back then; I never expected to use it now."
The theater had been eerily quiet, and in this environment, it was even more silent than usual.
Just as Freya was about to exit through the stone door, suddenly, faint footsteps mixed with voices came from the distance in the Passageway.
"Is someone there?"
The sound distracted her momentarily, and then the half-open stone door suddenly slammed shut.
Bang!
The flames burning around her instantly extinguished.
Aside from the faint white light emitted by the ring on Freya's index finger, the entire theater suddenly plunged into darkness.
However, immediately after, it seemed that a pitch-black hand slowly reached out from the faint white light and gently pinched the ring.
With a 'sizzle,' the light from the ring also vanished.
...
In the bright sunlight, the sound of chirping birds could be heard.
Lying in bed, Freya slowly opened her eyes and smiled as she looked at the morning sunlight outside the window.
With a 'click,' the door opened, and a girl dressed in maid attire cheerfully walked to the bedside and bowed.
"My dear Princess Freya, today is your sixteenth birthday. Your Majesty has prepared gifts for you, so please get up."
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