"...I retrieved the Child of the Sun's corpse and examined what had gone wrong. How laughable. Its body came from another world, and its newly born soul bore no imprint of the Wizarding World. The world would not accept its existence. If only I had discovered this sooner! The spirit within the corpse had already been scattered. There could be no second chance!"
"...I used sorcery to send the Child of the Sun's corpse into the sky, where it gave off light and heat. The Academy had gone so long without sunlight. A pity I was the only one who could see it!"
"...Soul Academy could not be allowed to perish like this. Its legacy had to endure. I placed all its knowledge in the Library and used a special sorcery to preserve the books against the wear of time!"
"...I had begun to lose my memories permanently. Trying to attain immortality by passing down memories was impossible after all. The world wore memories away. No matter how hard I tried, each transfer lost a piece, until nothing would remain but a blank page. I had to make multiple backups of my memories and transfer them repeatedly each time, to lose as little as possible."
"...I thought of a way—a new way. I developed a sorcery that could turn the corpses of mortals into skeletons. They would absorb the world's energy on their own and gradually develop souls. Here, in a crack within the Wizarding World, energy would slowly seep into this space. Unless the Wizarding World perished, that supply would never run dry. The energy was scarce, and the Skeleton Soldiers' Soul Particles were a cup of water against a cartload of firewood, but they could still replenish the Child of the Sun. Given enough time, the Child of