The Granny Sie who followed Negary had sought out Rea six years ago and offered her allegiance.
Her profession was witchcraft. She was the kind of witch people spoke of in legends.
Judging by her appearance alone, she fit the part perfectly: a strange, aged face, a hunched figure, and an eerie laugh. In a fairy tale, she would have been the quintessential evil witch.
The prophecy of the Saint of Salvation had been Granny Sie's idea in the first place. After making it, she had vanished without a trace. When she appeared again, she offered her forehead to Negary of her own accord.
Granny Sie's main duties now were to help Negary with mysticism and with the legendary Dragon Tongue.
Long ago, Negary had deciphered the inherited knowledge hidden in Dragon Blood, but the information was written in Dragon Tongue, so it had been of little use.
Granny Sie wasn't very familiar with Dragon Tongue, but helping Negary piece together the inherited knowledge bit by bit was no great difficulty.
Negary rose from his throne. This body was vastly different from his former viral body. It was exceptionally robust, and waves of pressure radiated from it. Scales appeared on his skin one by one. Then cracks spread across his well-built body, and golden blood began to seep out.
His body collapsed, turning into a pool of golden liquid. Negary's Soul Body stepped out of it and shook his head. "I failed again. I've already reached the peak of this world's power."
"It can't be helped. This world is far too weak for you, Lord Negary," Granny Sie sighed from the side. "But there's no need to rush. The Dark Era will come at last. When it does, even the world won't be able to stop you."
Negary said nothing.