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Now everything made sense in the fragmented memories Meridiana had stolen from the young mage.

One specific spell kept repeating in that witch’s mind like a loop.

She didn’t want to forget it, so she recited it over and over again.

Meridiana learned it from her: the way to slowly extract the dangerous energy from this crystal.

It was just a fragment, stolen by the imprisoned witches.

They managed to pass it on—at great cost—to the girl who served as Celia’s slave.

She was their hope, because she had the chance to escape the fortress and steal the crystal’s magic to grow stronger.

Find more witch clans, plan their rescue…

Obviously, she hadn’t been able to do any of that.

She even had to get rid of the crystal during a checkpoint search or they would’ve caught her.

"This is clearly something important..." Rousse reached the same conclusion, pulling out a handkerchief to wrap it up.

He felt uneasy, didn’t want to touch it anymore.

"We can’t let it fall into the hands of any wol