This was truly a change Ian had never anticipated.
He could clearly feel his magic flowing in an unprecedented way, as though it were analyzing some complex structure. Under the influence of his magic, the Raven's corpse gradually seemed to hold no more secrets, as if shrouded in a faint glow that unraveled every piece of information concerning the corpse's essential nature.
Yes.
Ian could feel his magic penetrating the Raven's body in an unimaginable manner. Every feather, every bone, every drop of blood, even the structure of every cell, appeared vividly in his mind. It was as though he had completely excavated the Raven's physical structure at its most fundamental level.
During this process of analysis, Ian's consciousness gradually blurred. He felt as though he were inside a vast vortex, constantly being dragged deeper and deeper. Everything around him became illusory and unreal. Only the Raven's corpse and the magic analyzing it were real.
Even its memories seemed to be getting extracted from the Raven's brain.
However.
There were only a few fragments.
All sorts of strange images kept surfacing in Ian's mind: scenes of the Raven flying through a storm, and tranquil moments of it perching on branches.
These images flashed rapidly through his mind like a revolving lantern, leaving him struggling to keep up. Faced with this ill omen that even Merlin avoided, Ian felt as though he could see through all of it—its physical structure, its essence of life. Everything was laid bare before his "eyes."
At that moment, Ian seemed to become a precise instrument, while his magic became a searchlight, helping him pierce through the outward appearance of matter and fully sense the Raven's "existence."
He saw how the Raven's muscles cleverly supported its flight posture, how its feathers were arranged at specific angles