When the fallen...
As the Ravenfeather Witch Maronos struggled to her feet and felt out the ability metrics of her brand-new body, Jiang Han had already said goodbye to Angelite and Vera, watching them vanish through a portal and leaving behind a thread of faintly melancholy worry.
Because they had brought up the matter of incarnation spells and research materials again.
Naturally, Jiang Han had brushed it aside once more.
All because of her own fear.
She was afraid.
Terrified that the incarnation she split off—possessing a portion of her mind, even her soul—would belong to the "Jiang Han of the past" or the "Jiang Han of the present," and terrified of losing everything she had now.
She was even afraid of the very thought of creating an incarnation born from this so-called fear of hers.
This nested-doll fear all stemmed from her fear of her own identity. She had lost her homeland and gained a new one; she had lost all her former family, friends, and beloved things, yet gained an entirely new share of them. At the very beginning, she could naturally say things like, "I don't want this world. Let me go back."
But as her memories faded, and her identification with being a Witch deepened...
If an original Jiang Han appeared before her, would she still be able to say, "Welcome home. I'm going back now"?
Or rather, wasn't that thought itself frightening enough?
This fear drove Jiang Han to avoid the subject of making incarnations and stay away from the technology. As long as she did not think about it, the fear would not disappear, but it would at least be easier to forget. Facing oneself was the most painful thing. When someone attained the wish they held in their heart, there was a good