As this full moon rose within the Styx River, Locke also sensed the true nature of the Styx River's water through a Second-Ring Wizard's sensitivity to Plane Power.
"It is memory, emotion, and consciousness. Everything rolling within the Styx River's water is human consciousness."
Although he had read quite a few popular-science magazines and thus was not completely ignorant of Soul Studies, he at least understood the basic concepts and knew a few simple Apprentice Level spells.
But Specterology was a rather special branch of Soul Studies.
It was entirely within the realm of study pursued only by Black Wizards. There was practically no relevant information in White Wizard society, so it was only at this moment that Locke realized something.
"The Styx River is different from those rivers of souls in the world after death. What flows here isn't souls at all."
Even the Abyssal Worms and demonic fish in the Abyssal River were reincarnations of soul bodies, but the Styx River was different.
Locke now needed to verify his conjecture about the Styx River, so he had to raise his Moon of Evolution and observe the river from above.
Yet at this moment, countless resentful spirits in the Styx River stretched out their hands toward Locke, as if they wanted to drag the moon into the riverbed.
A tremendous pressure acted upon Locke's soul.
"I see. During the First-Ring Stage, there was no way I could escape the water ghosts."
"I swam out of the Styx River because the countless consciousness entities within it suppressed me at the time. How could a single consciousness possibly break free from so many consciousness entities in a river?"
Locke recited a spell. The Moon of Evolution rotated slightly, and then the entire moon turned black, because he had imprinted the Archaeology