Chapter 872: Chapter 849: The Mystery Revealed

Han Tianzun left many observations of another world in his small bamboo slips. He mentioned that during a certain festival, mortals would play a game called “guessing lantern shadows.” By spinning the game props under a lamplight, if the angle was just right, a special shape would be projected on the wall.

At this moment, he felt as if he were playing such a game. The difference was that it was his own Divine Sense moving through the chaotic colors, trying to find an angle that made everything meaningful. 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 some 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 time.

Lancelot quickly found a special angle. The previously meaningless points, lines, and color blocks formed the image of an elegant black-haired woman, very much like the aura Tanya had at that time.

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 times without any useful results. The only seemingly meaningful 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 method to change the scene’s direction over time, 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 immediately 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 omen…” 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 method for reuniting her form…”

“Perhaps that is the method 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…”

“Memory Crystals!” Lancelot suddenly exclaimed, “I know how to bring the Raven Queen down!”

“Huh?” His companions almost simultaneously gasped, looking at him in bewilderment. Tanya ran up to him and grabbed his shoulders, shouting excitedly, “What do I need to do? Tell me 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 memories 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, “Memories! After being transformed into face worms, where did those souls’ memories go?”

“It is said that at the end of the Styx, there is a fortress made of Memory Crystals, the realm of the Ferryman Demon, Charon.” Kalalin shrugged, “The most dangerous property of the waters of Styx is their ability to cause memory loss. If you soak an entire soul in it until it turns into a face worm, some Memory Crystal-like substance may precipitate out. And I see no tributaries here; the witches haven’t seemed to have drained the lake, which means…”

“At the bottom of the lake lies a large number of Memory Crystals, the relics of all the souls harvested by the witches over the past century.” Lancelot concluded, “According to the omen I just saw, your mentor seems to want to express this: with the help of a large number of Memory 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 prime 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 became knotted again, “Except for the creatures that grow in the Styx, I’ve never heard of any method 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 immediately raised his hand, “We could dig a channel to lead the lake water to the lower northern ground. The vines Lancelot used last time to dig tunnels were great…”