Life
An endless black void stretched onto infinity, an infinite amount of tiny white dots visible in the distance.
After an unknown amount of time, a hole suddenly appeared inside of the void, allowing a small something to enter it.
As a small blob entered the void, the hole behind it suddenly began closing, but this did not seem to cause the blob any fear, as it slowly but surely began moving in a certain direction.
Unlike the void, which was pitch black with only the tiny white dots being visible far off into the distance, the color of this blob was a mix of white and black, with the black taking up the vast majority of it's body.
Of course, compared to the black of the void, this black still had some sense of color, not being truly emotionless.
In this place without time, the blob kept moving in one direction.
Sometimes, time warped around the blob, sending it either forwards toward its goal or backward, but trillions of years, or in a single moment, depending on how see it, the blob had arrived at its destination.
Right now, the blob was seemingly close to it goal, being just a short distance away from an enourmous white sphere, one of the countless white dots that were visible in the distance when this blob first arrived here.
Slowly but surely, the blob began entering the white sphere, gradually disappearing from this endless void.
Curiously, compared to before, the portion of the blob which was white had visibly decreased, at the same time, the color of it's brightness had somewhat decreased, thankfully, it seemed as though the black portion of the blob was not transformed, as it remained the same color.
Eventually, the blob had truly disappeared from this place.
...
Looking at the two demon statues in front of him, which had now opened the door to the Shadow Monastery, Mr. Errol smiled before suddenly turning to his apprentice.
"Are you alright?" asked Mr. Errol as he turned to the white-haired girl behind him, who seemed to have been spacing out.
Hearing her teacher's words, Beatrice suddenly shook, exiting her trance.
"Thank you, teacher, I'm fine, it looks like the flight had taken a toll on me somewhat," said Beatrice as she looked at her teacher.
Hearing that, Mr. Errol began walking down the stairs and into the Shadow Monastery, with Beatrice following right behind him.
...
Looking at the Dark Elixir in her hands, Anne smiled before quickly putting it into her robe, when suddenly, a chill crawled up her spine.
Moments later, Anne turned around, and began to walk away from the counter, causing something to catch her eye, Mr. Eroll being followed by a white-haired girl, rather than focusing on Mr. Errol, Anne turned around and stared at the white-haired girl as she walked away.
As if sensing Anne's gaze the white-haired girl suddenly turned her head sideways, looking at Anne for a slip second before continuing to walk on her way.
Until both Mr. Errol and the white-haired girl exited the hall, Anne continued robotically walking on her way, but the moment both of them were gone, Anne suddenly began sprinting towards her room.
...
Opening the ever-so-familiar door in front of her, Beatrice stepped into her room.
As if by habit, Beatrice stuffed her luggage under her bed before sitting cross-legged on it.
For over thirty minutes, a silence ensued, as Beatrice did not say anything, not even meditating or doing anything else, merely sitting still and thoughtlessly staring into the distance.
"This is no illusion," mumbled Beatrice as she stared and turned her attention to her room, examining the ever-so-familiar sight.
Suddenly, Beatrice got off her bed before placing her hand under it, feeling the tiny cracks and dents in the floor under the bed.
Over the course of the year that Beatrice had been at the Shadow Monastery, Beatrice had become extremely familiar with the room, knowing it's every single detail.
'Did I really die?' thought Beatrice, not even daring to say these words out loud, seemingly afraid of the very walls themselves.
As she stretched out her hand to feel the wall next to her bed, Beatrice suddenly turned her head towards the shoulder of her dress, which had now been torn off.
At the same time, Beatrice couldn't help but feel some pain in her shoulder.
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Without any expression on her face, Beatrice used her other hand to push her shoulder back into place.
This body is really inconvenient,' thought Beatrice as she got up from under the bed and looked at her now slightly torn dress.
Without any hesitation, Beatrice picked up the robe she had thrown onto the bed before walking into the bathroom.
Even though she still felt some pain in her shoulder, Beatrice was of course still an Offical Knight, as such, she quickly took off the dress before putting on her familiar robe.
But even so, right now, Beatrice felt as if the robe was somewhat unfamiliar.
"Was it always this loose?" mumbled Beatrice as she felt the loose robe on her body, especially the chest section, which felt completely different from what she remembered, being much looser than she was familiar with.
Of course, Beatrice quickly stopped paying attention to this point, walking out of the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on her bed, and beginning to truly fall deep into thought.
Eventually, a frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
'Just who would want to kill me?' thought Beatrice as she eventually remembered her death, as after being stabbed by that dagger, she had woken up before immediately dying, as such, the image of the black shadow stabbing a dagger into her was fully imprinted into her heart.
After thinking about that for a few more minutes, Beatrice's mind turned to something else, but even though this was something very serious, Beatrice only had one thought in her mind.
'Did my talent send me back in time, or to another place altogether?' thought Beatrice, fully confident that it was her innate talent which had managed save her life, or perhaps even grand her a new one.
Life
An endless black void stretched onto infinity, an infinite amount of tiny white dots visible in the distance.
After an unknown amount of time, a hole suddenly appeared inside of the void, allowing a small something to enter it.
As a small blob entered the void, the hole behind it suddenly began closing, but this did not seem to cause the blob any fear, as it slowly but surely began moving in a certain direction.
Unlike the void, which was pitch black with only the tiny white dots being visible far off into the distance, the color of this blob was a mix of white and black, with the black taking up the vast majority of it's body.
Of course, compared to the black of the void, this black still had some sense of color, not being truly emotionless.
In this place without time, the blob kept moving in one direction.
Sometimes, time warped around the blob, sending it either forwards toward its goal or backward, but trillions of years, or in a single moment, depending on how see it, the blob had arrived at its destination.
Right now, the blob was seemingly close to it goal, being just a short distance away from an enourmous white sphere, one of the countless white dots that were visible in the distance when this blob first arrived here.
Slowly but surely, the blob began entering the white sphere, gradually disappearing from this endless void.
Curiously, compared to before, the portion of the blob which was white had visibly decreased, at the same time, the color of it's brightness had somewhat decreased, thankfully, it seemed as though the black portion of the blob was not transformed, as it remained the same color.
Eventually, the blob had truly disappeared from this place.
...
Looking at the two demon statues in front of him, which had now opened the door to the Shadow Monastery, Mr. Errol smiled before suddenly turning to his apprentice.
"Are you alright?" asked Mr. Errol as he turned to the white-haired girl behind him, who seemed to have been spacing out.
Hearing her teacher's words, Beatrice suddenly shook, exiting her trance.
"Thank you, teacher, I'm fine, it looks like the flight had taken a toll on me somewhat," said Beatrice as she looked at her teacher.
Hearing that, Mr. Errol began walking down the stairs and into the Shadow Monastery, with Beatrice following right behind him.
...
Looking at the Dark Elixir in her hands, Anne smiled before quickly putting it into her robe, when suddenly, a chill crawled up her spine.
Moments later, Anne turned around, and began to walk away from the counter, causing something to catch her eye, Mr. Eroll being followed by a white-haired girl, rather than focusing on Mr. Errol, Anne turned around and stared at the white-haired girl as she walked away.
As if sensing Anne's gaze the white-haired girl suddenly turned her head sideways, looking at Anne for a slip second before continuing to walk on her way.
Until both Mr. Errol and the white-haired girl exited the hall, Anne continued robotically walking on her way, but the moment both of them were gone, Anne suddenly began sprinting towards her room.
...
Opening the ever-so-familiar door in front of her, Beatrice stepped into her room.
As if by habit, Beatrice stuffed her luggage under her bed before sitting cross-legged on it.
For over thirty minutes, a silence ensued, as Beatrice did not say anything, not even meditating or doing anything else, merely sitting still and thoughtlessly staring into the distance.
"This is no illusion," mumbled Beatrice as she stared and turned her attention to her room, examining the ever-so-familiar sight.
Suddenly, Beatrice got off her bed before placing her hand under it, feeling the tiny cracks and dents in the floor under the bed.
Over the course of the year that Beatrice had been at the Shadow Monastery, Beatrice had become extremely familiar with the room, knowing it's every single detail.
'Did I really die?' thought Beatrice, not even daring to say these words out loud, seemingly afraid of the very walls themselves.
As she stretched out her hand to feel the wall next to her bed, Beatrice suddenly turned her head towards the shoulder of her dress, which had now been torn off.
At the same time, Beatrice couldn't help but feel some pain in her shoulder.
Pop
Without any expression on her face, Beatrice used her other hand to push her shoulder back into place.
This body is really inconvenient,' thought Beatrice as she got up from under the bed and looked at her now slightly torn dress.
Without any hesitation, Beatrice picked up the robe she had thrown onto the bed before walking into the bathroom.
Even though she still felt some pain in her shoulder, Beatrice was of course still an Offical Knight, as such, she quickly took off the dress before putting on her familiar robe.
But even so, right now, Beatrice felt as if the robe was somewhat unfamiliar.
"Was it always this loose?" mumbled Beatrice as she felt the loose robe on her body, especially the chest section, which felt completely different from what she remembered, being much looser than she was familiar with.
Of course, Beatrice quickly stopped paying attention to this point, walking out of the bathroom, sitting cross-legged on her bed, and beginning to truly fall deep into thought.
Eventually, a frown appeared on Beatrice's face.
'Just who would want to kill me?' thought Beatrice as she eventually remembered her death, as after being stabbed by that dagger, she had woken up before immediately dying, as such, the image of the black shadow stabbing a dagger into her was fully imprinted into her heart.
After thinking about that for a few more minutes, Beatrice's mind turned to something else, but even though this was something very serious, Beatrice only had one thought in her mind.
'Did my talent send me back in time, or to another place altogether?' thought Beatrice, fully confident that it was her innate talent which had managed save her life, or perhaps even grand her a new one.
