Laura Croft's despondency was temporary. As she unearthed more secrets from the library, including manuscripts personally annotated by the Emperor, she cast those gloomy words aside. This world was far more interesting than she had imagined. Even in the face of crisis, her urge to explore still gnawed at her. Especially after learning that the Emperor was currently in the Himalayan Mountains, she immediately pointed out where the library kept its texts on Bon religion and Tibetan Buddhism. Clearly, her last unpleasant—and even unsafe—journey to Kamar-Taj had left a deep impression on her, including Lady of Calamity, the madwoman who spoke in riddles.
"How did Lady of Calamity end up like this? Does the answer involve some secret?" she asked curiously, then immediately explained herself the next second. "I've heard that occult scholars usually take secrets very seriously, so I don't know whether some questions should be asked. You know, it might be considered rude."
"It's nothing. Lady of Calamity was just an ordinary sorceress with mediocre talent. In our day, she would have been no more than a country witch or a witch doctor, occasionally uttering prophecies no one understood. Then she picked up a helmet that could peer into all things, and it fried her brain." Jeanne waved both hands through the air, describing a stone smashing heavily into water. "Omniscience is no good thing, Laura. The human brain cannot bear that kind of knowledge. Just as excessive current burns out a fuse, human nerves cannot carry too many electrical signals. Why are you looking at me like that?"
"I thought you..."
"You thought we were primitives who knew only magic and not technology, tossing bats, chicken feet, and lizard livers into cauldrons?" Jeanne laughed disdainfully. Then she assumed her usual arrogant expression, lifted her chin, and declared