From afar, the Principal Body of the Crystal Origin looked like a white diamond-shaped crystal, but upon closer inspection, inside this diamond-shaped crystal, the ’white’ was actually swirling clouds.
Paired with the outer green pattern wrapping like thorns, it had a touch of dreamy beauty.
It resembled a delicate forehead ornament.
However, if one were to truly treat it as an accessory, it would mean courting death. Any power flowing out from within it could burst a person apart.
And this bursting wouldn’t just affect the body in the Crystal Origin but would also impact the Spirit Sea in reality. Therefore, without substantial power, one wouldn’t even have the qualifications to gaze upon it.
Based on previous circumstances, Angel would likely start pondering where best to hide this diamond-shaped crystal. But now, Angel wasn’t considering how to conceal it but rather silently speculating in his mind about the depth of its power and whether there might be authority capable of suppressing the Forest of Memories.
Mere speculation wouldn’t suffice; testing it personally was necessary.
Thinking about this, Angel took a deep breath and retrieved the pre-prepared Scroll of Fortune from his pocket.
Angel silently murmured to himself: A power capable of suppressing the ’Forest of Memories.’
While murmuring, Angel tore open the Scroll of Fortune...
...
Two flowers bloom, each expressing a different branch.
Elsewhere, upon the dark and vast Crystal Origin.
A "freak" with scales sat alone at a long table lit by candlelight.
She was Laplace, whom Angel had left here alone.
With her scales activated, Laplace’s visual range was very far. She actually witnessed Angel’s path and saw him enter the underground.
Nonetheless, she didn’t follow him nor utilized her scaled perception to investigate what lay beneath the pit.
Instead, she sat silently at the long table, contemplating the experiences of recent times.
Since taking on The Sage’s task to set the Reflection of the Heart for Angel and his party, it seemed something had started to gradually change.
Later, Angel suddenly asked her to help experiment with the Sweet Dream and Glaipnir’s Prophecy, seemingly affecting some subtle and imperceptible streams of fate.
In Glaipnir’s own words, it’s like a small butterfly stirring its wings in flight, the breeze it creates pushing predetermined fate toward an unknown future.
What seems insignificant now may be looked upon as a major life event in the years to come.
Like now, Angel asked her to think about what kind of Authority she intends to carry, which sounds like an inconsequential gift, but perhaps this choice will guide the future path to unknown directions?
Laplace fell into a long contemplation.
However, after pondering for several minutes, her brow suddenly furrowed.
"Underground... something’s wrong!"
Feeling the anomaly, Laplace immediately kicked away the table and chairs, her hooves tapped lightly, showcasing the muscular curves on her thighs, and she leaped thirty meters into the air.
Looking down from above, Laplace clearly saw the ground shaking, like insect eggs about to break, stirring restlessly.
This vibration continued and gradually intensified, tearing fissures across the crystal surface.
Laplace initially thought someone was targeting her, but looking at the scarred earth and the cracks extending unknowably far, she realized this was not some targeted action.
It might really just be an "accident."
But how did this "accident" occur?
While Laplace was puzzling, there were more anomalies below, and this time, not only was the ground affected, but even she, suspended midair, was affected.
The cracks on the ground naturally left behind a lot of crystal debris and residue; at this moment, influenced by some unknown power, this debris began to float upward.
The floating speed from the ground was slow, but once airborne, it accelerated and gathered like a surging wave.
Several aggregation points appeared near Laplace, forcing her to dodge frantically.
Laplace also tried not to avoid them, but the power within the debris was too strange, possessing a strong penetration ability. Although shedding scales could ward off to some extent, warding off once would lose one percent of the scale’s defensive energy.
Don’t underestimate one percent; generally speaking, debris comes in counts of hundreds at a time. If Laplace received it with her face, there would definitely be an explosion at contact.
Thus, knowing this debris was troublesome and being careless would be costly, Laplace could only dodge.
So much debris gathered like crystal moths flying everywhere, dispersing powder as they flew, even making Laplace’s dodging quite embarrassing.
Fortunately, this situation did not last long.
Once the crystal debris gathered in the air, the sky regained its peace.
However, the sky now was no longer "boring" as before, but filled with various strange objects formed from crystal debris and powder.
The three items closest to Laplace, which had given her the most trouble, were two mirrors and a long whip coiling with barbs like a poised snake.
Laplace initially couldn’t understand what these strange objects were until she approached the nearby round vanity mirror, at which point she vaguely had a notion.
The mirror before her was typical of a noble lady’s mirror, very exquisite, with a frame engraving of paper kite gold patterns. From the appearance, it was unremarkable, but when Laplace looked at its mirror surface, she froze.
Normally, the mirror surface should reflect Laplace’s form.
But this mirror surface was not so.
Initially, it indeed showed Laplace’s form, but gradually, the mirror Laplace became strange—her forehead sank, hair shortened, eyes vanished, a hole opened on her nose, and a giant butterfly emerged, fluttering its magnificent wings, resting on the mirror woman’s face.
Laplace’s scales were also replaced by a spectacular dress composed of butterflies.