Reshaping the Body

Inside the stone cell, a green light suddenly appeared.

The magic of the Avada Kedavra surged and swirled in the confined space, like a cold scythe, precisely and cruelly reaping lives.

Isis's body jolted violently, and the last vestiges of her life force instantly vanished. Her heartbeat, breathing, and magical energy fluctuations all returned to zero, and even the echo of her soul was suppressed to an almost imperceptible degree.

Her head drooped limply.

The iron chain swayed slightly, producing a sharp but short sound.

Skylar stood still, not immediately moving his wand.

He stared silently at Isis's motionless body, his grey-blue eyes devoid of any emotion, yet he secretly confirmed repeatedly that what he had cast was not the real Avada Kedavra, but a "death" illusion created by extremely exquisite magical manipulation.

From outward manifestations to magical fluctuations, from the cessation of heartbeats to the complete dissipation of the soul's aura, everything was a flawless disguise. To any detection spell, this body was utterly dead, devoid of any life.

Don't be fooled by Skylar's seemingly effortless move; it actually required near-perfect control over magic and spells. Such skill is possessed by only a handful of people throughout the entire wizarding world.

Even if the Tomb Keeper Family had laid down layers of covert surveillance in this forbidden area, Skylar didn't believe they could see through the tricks he had played with the Killing Curse.

His gaze was calm and heavy.

This was the least costly, yet most straightforward, solution he could think of.

A moment later, Skylar waved his wand, and the chains snapped. Isis's body fell heavily to the ground. He reached out and picked her up, his movements not gentle, but unusually steady, as if he were carrying an extremely important object.

The moment the stone door opened, light streamed in.

Ashira stood outside the door, not peering inside even slightly. She simply leaned on her cane, her aged yet sharp gaze fixed on the body in Skylar's arms, and she judged the outcome almost instantly.

"Is it over?" she asked softly.

"It's over." Skylar said calmly, without offering any further explanation.

He paused, as if carefully choosing his words, before continuing, "This woman's constitution is very special; she resonated strongly with an ancient artifact in my possession. I need to take her away for further research."

Ashira's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

Of course she didn't want to. Even if it was just a corpse, it was still an enemy, a spoil of war won by her people with their blood and rage. The hatred that the Tomb Keeper Family had for the Cairo Black Market was something that reason could not soothe.

But she also knew that Skylar was not asking, but informing her.

After a brief silence, Ashira spoke slowly, her voice hoarse but clear. "Just a corpse."

She raised her head, looking directly at Skylar: "It's not worth breaking the alliance for something like this."

These words were spoken not only to Skylar, but also to herself.

"I've noted this down," Skylar said solemnly. "I owe the Tomb Keeper Family a favor."

Ashira remained silent.

A moment later, she nodded and said softly, "Just don't forget."

The next instant, space folded.

The tearing sensation from the Apparition vanished in an instant, and Skylar was already back at the underground entrance to Ella Cottage. He didn't even have time to straighten his robes before pushing the door open and entering.

"Latifa!"

For the first time, his voice was noticeably hurried.

The girl in the white dress appeared almost instantly, and her expression froze when she saw the lifeless body in Skylar.

"Holy Light Spell," Skylar said rapidly, "Immediately, with all your might."

Latifa did not hesitate at all.

She knelt on one knee, her hands clasped together, and a holy light surged forth like a tide, warm and gentle, yet containing the power to reverse life and death. The radiance enveloped Isis's broken body, tearing away the illusion of "death" little by little.

My heartbeat slowly returned, faint yet tenacious.

Skylar finally let out a slow breath. Although it was all his deliberate arrangement, using a half-finished Killing Curse to put someone into a state of suspended animation was an extremely dangerous plan, and he couldn't guarantee that nothing unexpected might happen.

For the next few days, the underground laboratory in Ella Cottage remained brightly lit all night long.

Skylar and Gadelle almost never left the house, completely isolating themselves in this secluded space. The two worked tirelessly, their eyes bloodshot and their faces as pale as paper, yet they remained engrossed in their work at their workbenches.

The blue light of the magic circle made their faces look haggard, the golden light of alchemical runes danced at their fingertips, and the air was filled with the aftershocks of burning magic and the pungent smell of burning rare materials.

They disregarded the cost.

Bottles of Phoenix Tears were poured into the crucible without hesitation, pieces of ancient dragon bone were crushed into powder and sprinkled into the array eye, and wisps of Unicorn Tail Hair turned to Ashes in the high temperature without even a frown.

Those invaluable materials that should have been treasured for years are now being consumed at an alarming rate.

When the last alchemical circuit lit up with a dazzling golden light on the array diagram, Skylar's voice was heavy with fatigue and hoarseness, almost inaudible, yet still revealed a trace of irrepressible pride.

"It's finished."

He leaned against the workbench, his body swaying slightly before he managed to steady himself. Gadelle, equally exhausted, sweat trickled down her pale cheeks, yet she managed a faint, almost collapsing smile.

When Isis awoke, she felt a strange softness and warmth all around her, a stark contrast to the cold chains and bloody smell of the stone cell. She tried to open her eyes, and her vision was clearer and brighter than ever before; she could even see the fine dust floating in the air dancing slowly in the light.

A blonde woman, an unfamiliar figure, sat by the bed, dressed in a simple dark green robe. Her expression was gentle, yet tinged with obvious weariness. Seeing Isis awake, she smiled slightly, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable firmness. "You're finally awake. Master has been waiting for news of your awakening. Now that you're awake, I'll take you to see him."

Isis's throat moved slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but she found that she could actually make a sound—a clear and unfamiliar voice, no longer the hoarse, low voice of the past. She subconsciously raised her hand and found that her wrist moved freely without the slightest hesitation.

She didn't ask "Where is this?" or "Who are you?" Years of experience Killer had instilled in her an instinct to remain silent, to observe first, and then to judge.

The blonde woman—who didn't know the other's name was Gadelle —helped her to her feet, her movements careful yet firm. They walked through a dark but clean corridor and pushed open a stone door inlaid with runes.

Inside the room, the fireplace flickered, and a figure stood in the center with his back to the door, hands clasped behind his back. The figure was tall and slender, dressed in a dark robe, with light golden hair that shimmered in the firelight. He exuded a calm yet extremely imposing aura.

Gadelle led her to the center of the room and then silently withdrew, the stone door closing gently behind her.

There were only two people left in the room.

Isis stood rooted to the spot, her bright, emerald-green eyes instinctively sweeping over the other man—his magical energy flowed powerfully and purely, far surpassing any wizard she had ever seen. In that instant, all the clues rapidly pieced together in her mind: the Britain accent, the excessively young face, the methods used to destroy the Cairo Black Market ...

Her pupils contracted slightly, and her voice trembled with disbelief for the first time. "It's... you?"

Skylar turned around, his gaze calmly falling on her face, a faint smile curving his lips.

"It seems you already guessed it."

Isis's chest heaved, and her throat tightened.

The one who saved him was none other than the Britain boy who single-handedly uprooted Anubi's power and caused the complete collapse of the Cairo Black Market.

Skylar Malfoy, who was shrouded in myth throughout the underworld.

"Why am I here? And what did you do to my body?" Isis asked in a hoarse voice.

Instead of answering her question directly, Skylar casually waved his hand, conjuring a full-length mirror. "Take a look for yourself!"

Hearing Skylar's commanding tone, she froze for a moment before brushing her hair aside and gazing intently at herself in the mirror—her eyes revealed a pair of captivating, emerald-green pupils; her severed tongue had been reattached, with a black metal bead embedded at its tip; and she wore a black bracelet and anklet on each wrist and ankle.

She subconsciously raised her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly, but found that the movement of her wrist was smooth and powerful, without the slightest hesitation.

As she stared at herself in the mirror, Skylar was also proud of her masterpiece.

"Now you should remember, after you were captured, the Tomb Keeper Family gouged out your eyes in revenge," Skylar said calmly. "I used a secret alchemical technique passed down from the Middle Ages to transform precious emeralds into your new pupils—"

"The Eye of Discernment," Skylar's voice brimmed with pride, "Can see through all invisibility spells, Disillusionment Charm, and even the disguises of Polyjuice Potion and Human Transfiguration. From now on, no one will be able to hide their true face from you."

Isis was stunned and couldn't react at all. This was understandable, as Skylar's alchemy had already reached the pinnacle of the world. Isis had probably never even heard of alchemy at this level.

"You... you're actually an alchemist?" Isis said in disbelief. Skylar's reputation in Great Britain had spread throughout the world, and everyone said that his magical strength was comparable to that of Grand Sorcerer. But who would have thought that this boy, who had just turned sixteen, was actually an alchemist, and that his alchemical skills were so astonishing.

Seeing the shock she showed, Skylar's lips curled up slightly, clearly quite satisfied.

"Your tendons in your hands and feet have already been severed," Skylar continued. "I've completely replaced them with 'Regenerative Bones.' From now on, even if you suffer another limb loss, it will regenerate automatically in a short time, and its strength will far exceed that of an ordinary person."

The wizarding world does possess magical Potions capable of regenerating bones and tendons, but they are extremely difficult to concoct and require an entire night for the patient's broken bones to regrow. During this time, a highly skilled healer is needed to provide meticulous care and supervision, making them unsuitable for use on the battlefield in life-or-death situations.

In North America and the Middle East, there exists a magical race called "Homo amphibia" or "Earth Dragon People." They possess intelligence close to that of humans, but choose to live underground because they dislike sunlight. A unique characteristic of their race is their ability to instantly regenerate severed limbs.

Skylar's "Regenerative Bones" was forged using a large number of Homo amphibia's severed tails (which can be legally purchased in North America) and some precious crystals.

In short, Isis now possesses the ability to regenerate severed limbs, just like the Homo amphibia. Moreover, the Regenerative Bones strengthen her bones and muscles, giving her even greater explosive power.

Isis looked at her hands blankly, unable to describe her feelings at that moment.

Skylar paused, his gaze lingering on her lips. "As for your tongue, it's no ordinary thing. After it was cut off by the Tomb Keeper Family, I reattached it to you with the 'Hundredfold Clever Tongue.' It not only allows you to speak again, but also amplifies your sense of taste and smell dozens of times. From now on, you'll be able to identify medicinal herbs, poisons, food ingredients, and even the ingredients of Potions with perfect accuracy."

Isis tentatively licked her lips, the tiny bead on her tongue glowing slightly. The subtle lingering magical scent in the air, the acrid smell of the fireplace firewood, and even the dampness of the moss on the stone wall were all magnified a hundred times.

She swallowed softly, her voice low and trembling slightly. "What you're saying... I've never heard of such magic before."

She paused, her gaze fixed on Skylar, her tone almost interrogative, filled with confusion and disbelief. "How did you do that?"

Skylar simply smiled, his expression calm and his tone even, as if it were all perfectly natural. "Nothing special, just ordinary alchemy, you just haven't seen it before."

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