Steampunk: Sixth Era Epic-Chapter 643 - Dorothys Middle Name
Chapter 643: Chapter 643 Dorothy’s Middle Name
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Chapter 643: Chapter 643 Dorothy’s Middle Name
The patterns representing the sun, moon, and stars lit up together on the floor, and the largest pattern, centered around Dorothy’s standing position, was a simplified diagram representing the human body.
Following the requirements of the ritual, Dorothy extended her hand toward the mirror, and the “other Dorothy,” who seemed at the end of her life, also arrived in front of the mirror and reached out her hand.
Their fingers touched, separated only by the layer of the mirror. At that moment, it was as if Dorothy had become the Matchstick Girl in the mirror, and the Matchstick Girl had become her.
“It’s going smoothly, just light and blow out four more matches, and the ritual will be complete!”
Ascending from the Low Ring to the Inner Ring with this ritual not only utilized the power of the Core Spirit Rune “Writer” to its maximum extent but also attempted the power of the Core Spirit Rune “Role Playing.” This ritual, tailored by Saint Byrons to Dorothy’s power system and the Spirit Runes, was the most suitable. The Three Great Magics Academies excelled in this respect.
Shard thought to himself as he saw that on the Ring of Fate behind Dorothy, the Core Spirit Runes [Writer] and [Role Playing] were both emitting a glimmer. She retracted her fingers that had touched the mirror and went to light a match. However, her hand only mimed a pulling-back gesture, while her fingers seemed stuck to the mirror as if glued; they did not move.
The blonde girl furrowed her brows in confusion.
“What’s going on?”
Shard dared not rashly enter the ritual site and could only express his concern with his gaze. The blonde Miss Writer shook her head at him and then gradually began to panic.
If the pinnacle moment of the ritual was missed, all the preparations would be in vain. A failed ritual would not only deal a heavy blow to one’s spirit but also preparing the ritual again and scheduling it was no simple matter.
[Outlander, there is an Evil Spirit.]
“What? Where?”
[In the mirror, an Evil Spirit has invaded the house.]
He could not care to continue maintaining the Maze Lock, he placed a drop of Wind Vane Bluegrass extract on his tongue and took a step forward to Dorothy’s side.
He threw a punch at the mirror with a fist wearing the Mind Crystal Ring, but instead of shattering the mirror, he hit the “Dorothy” inside it.
The forces of Soul Echo, Psychic Shockwave, and Guide to Death acted together, sending the Evil Spirit inside the mirror flying deep into the mirrored scene, yet it appeared to have suffered little damage.
“Damn it, it’s a Mirror Ghost!”
Dorothy retracted her fingers that had been “stuck” to the mirror and whispered a warning.
Evil Spirits come in different kinds, and generally, only the very special ones have names. “Mirror Ghosts” were one such kind, these spirits were not only immune to all physical attacks due to their spiritual body trait but most sorcery was also minimally effective against them because they were spirits in the mirror.
“Dorothy, continue with your ritual, I’ll deal with it.”
As he spoke, Shard was about to punch the mirror a few more times. Although the damage was low, it wasn’t non-existent; as long as he could suppress it long enough for Dorothy’s ritual, he could use the Relic [Corpse-Hiding Mirror] to enter the mirror without hesitation and teach this unknown Evil Spirit a lesson about consequences.
“But where did this Evil Spirit come from?”
Without the leisure to ponder further, Shard was about to swing his fists when Dorothy suddenly cried out:
“What’s happening?”
The Ring of Fate behind her was still spinning rapidly, but besides the five Spirit Runes that were stringing together the Sublimation Incantation and the Core Spirit Rune [Role Playing], the last Core Spirit Rune [The Other Princess] had also lit up unexpectedly.
The uncontrollable brass-colored Spiritual Light burst into radiance for a moment, outshining all the other Spirit Runes. The flames on the 365 matches on the floor shot toward the ceiling instantaneously, and the ritual traces, dimmed by the unexpected appearance of the Evil Spirit, flickered back to light once more.
A faint layer of white mist reappeared in the mirror; as the fog dissipated, in addition to the Mirror Ghost that Shard had struck away, a new figure with red hair appeared in the mirror.
It was Lecia, and she was dressed exactly like Dorothy’s Flower Seller outfit, even the basket she carried was the same.
“What?”
Both individuals, inside and outside the mirror, stared at each other in shock, then simultaneously clutched their heads, groaning in agony. Despite one being in the mirror and the other outside, this was still an exceedingly close encounter, bringing with it soul-tearing, excruciating pain.
The Mirror Ghost within the mirror approached the suffering Lecia, while Her Highness the Princess had no strength left to fight back at that moment.
Shard, who had not wanted to use the relic during Dorothy’s ascension ceremony, had no choice but to take out the cosmetic mirror inlaid with gemstones and, after aiming it at the mirror in front of him, violently threw himself into it.
It was as if he had passed through a transparent membrane of water, directly entering the mirror and emerging onto the snow-covered street.
Seeing Shard, the Mirror Ghost, maintaining the guise of Dorothy, halted its forward floating motion and then, with a puff, vanished directly inside the mirror, clearly making use of the Evil Spirit’s innate trait to transfer to another mirror surface.
Shard also had no time to chase after the Evil Spirit. In the mirror, he picked up Lecia from the ground and placed his hand on her forehead:
“Cyndia’s Silvermoon Blessing.”
It was an Arcane Technique specifically for healing soul and mental injuries, and in the snowy street at this moment, its effect was even more remarkable. Even so, it was still unable to completely alleviate the pain as if their souls were being torn apart.
“How could you be here?”
The Shard within the mirror frantically asked, holding the pale Lecia tightly in his arms. She squeezed out a few words through her clenched lips:
“Originally at Yordle Palace, somehow…”
Shard looked at the mirror standing on the street, and then at the anguished Dorothy who was clutching her head on the attic floor outside the mirror:
“Lecia, you summon your Ring of Fate as well!”
Since Shard was holding Lecia, the Five-Ring Sorcerer’s Ring of Fate appeared behind Shard. Due to her extremely unstable mental state, the Ring of Fate also appeared somewhat ethereal.
He took Lecia’s right hand in his right, then half his body collided with the mirror, bringing his left side back to reality, and he reached out to take Dorothy’s hand.
For a moment, a strange sensation made Shard think he was holding the palm of the same person.
He shook his head and moved both their hands toward the mirror:
“In a moment, when your palms touch, there will be a brief, intense pain. Remember, you must not lose consciousness.”
Half his body inside the mirror, the other half outside. The Corpse-Hiding Mirror did not forbid this action, but having parts of his body in different spaces for an extended time, still made Shard feel the relic stirring restlessly:
“Ladies, chant with me, beyond the Dream of the Matchstick Girl, writer pities the Frozen Dead!”
“Beyond the Dream of the Matchstick Girl, writer pities the Frozen Dead.”
The trembling hands of the girls finally reached their respective mirrors. Shard could distinctly feel the quivering in each person’s arm, a pain he thought of with dread:
“I, my true name, hereby declare.”
This was the ceremony content Dorothy had informed Shard of beforehand.
“I, Dorothy Redanput Louisa, hereby declare.”
“I, Lecia Sevier Cavendish, hereby declare.”
Their voices were very unstable, almost failing to suppress the agony’s instinctive moans. If not for the highly active Spirit inside them during the ceremony, they would have instantly fainted.
