White Saint Katarina turned to glance at the pale-faced Tracy and said evenly, "Since they've already left with the item, you most likely won't be their target anymore."
"As for your little lover, this is a good opportunity..."
"You might be able to truly understand the meaning of 'Affliction.' Only by deeply experiencing Affliction can we draw closer to the Primordial."
"You've remained at Sequence 5 for long enough."
"But..." Tracy opened her mouth, yet no words came out.
She knew she could not change her mother's mind. When it came to Elaine, Katarina would never support or help her.
Katarina curled her lips slightly and reached into the mirror, taking out a palm-sized idol carved from white bone.
The idol's features were somewhat blurred, but it was clearly an exceptionally beautiful woman. Her hair was extremely long, reaching all the way to her ankles, each strand distinct and thick like a venomous snake.
At the tip of every strand of hair was an engraved eye, some closed and some open, packed densely together.
"Following the Primordial's oracle, I've been staying in the Rorsted Archipelago recently, searching for the thief who stole an important item belonging to the Primordial."
"The Primordial places great importance on this matter. Any possible discovery can be reported to Her to seek a certain degree of assistance for confirmation."
As she spoke, she pressed the palm-sized idol against her chest. It was as if mirror after mirror were hidden within her eyes, layered atop one another.
Then she began softly chanting incantations in Ancient Hermes: "Source of all calamities, symbol of destruction and Doomsday, Witch who governs Chaos..."
The eyes at the tips of the idol's hair opened one after another, glimmering with ghostly light like strange mirrors that resonated with Katarina's eyes.
In that