() Crossing Races and Three Hundred Years of Longing (III)
As Annie began casting her spell, a gentle and mysterious glow burst from the tip of the Scepter, then instantly enveloped and sank into the forehead of Fulu, the old Dwarf warrior.
"!!"
In an instant, Fulu's body stiffened slightly. Before he could react, his eyes became vacant and lifeless, as though his consciousness had been briefly pulled away.
But then!
A wisp of something resembling a thread, pure as moonlight and shimmering with silvery-white light—the memory precisely extracted and copied through magic—was slowly drawn from Fulu's temple by Annie's Scepter, winding around its tip.
"Hey!"
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After taking a look, Annie carefully guided that memory, which was priceless to him, with her Scepter and processed it slightly. Then she pointed her other empty little hand at an inconspicuous rock nearby.
Flames instantly erupted from the hard rock and quickly grew blazing hot. Before long, the rock softened, was refined, reshaped, and stretched by the intense heat.
Finally, under her precise control, the purified silicates became a transparent glass necklace with a simple, antique design and crystal-clear texture. Its pendant took the shape of a simple heart, like a teardrop.
After using magic to cool it instantly, Annie skillfully guided the silvery-white strand of memory from the tip of her Scepter as though threading a needle, gently infusing and sealing it completely inside the glass pendant.
Soon!
When the last trace of silver light vanished inside and Annie casually completed a simple enchantment, the pendant suddenly flashed before quickly falling silent. Yet inside, it seemed as though a galaxy were flowing, continuously radiating a warm, faint glow.
"Done!"
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Seeing that it had turned out rather well, Annie wore a satisfied, slightly smug smile, as though she had completed