Rebirth Of The Noble Mage Behind The Scenes
Chapter 88 Awakening

Chapter 88: Chapter 88 Awakening

Antinoya, with her superior strength, steadied herself and, relying on her iron will, gritted her teeth and endured. Instinctively, she reached out her hands to catch the petite body of Miyali as she collapsed.

At the same time, she activated a greenish ring on her hand, and a pale green magic glow enveloped the two of them, rapidly healing their physical injuries.

But when the healing was over, although Miyali’s physical wounds had healed, her eyes remained tightly shut, and she was still unconscious.

"Miyali!~"

Antinoya anxiously looked at the small girl slumped in her arms, her tender voice already tinged with a hint of sobbing.

Then, her gaze shifted to the middle-aged High Elf dressed as a traveler who had also reached the balcony, and at this moment was frowning at the sky.

"Respected sir, could I ask for your help to heal Miyali?"

Upon hearing this, the male Elf’s pale golden pupils swept over the unconscious girl, his mouth opening as if ready to say something, but in the next instant, his expression changed dramatically.

At the same time, an alarm even more intense than before suddenly sounded.

The weather today was excellent, and the sky was a pure, cloudless azure blue.

But this also made it all the clearer and more shocking for the Elves to see—the distortions in the sky, akin to a monochromatic painting, nearly obscured the entire firmament!

As the distorted sky filled the heavens, Anvis’s vision darkened.

The last scene he saw was countless ’Amoeba’, falling towards the city from the sky like raindrops.

"Hm—"

Inside a secret chamber, Anvis let out a low grunt and involuntarily took a step back, his eyes opening once again.

His gaze slowly focused, and what appeared before him were the familiar silvery-white walls.

A light white Light Ball gently floated above, casting a soft radiance that completely summoned Anvis’s consciousness back from the dark void.

"What happened to me... Oh right, that stone tablet!"

Recalling the previous event, Anvis immediately looked up, his gaze wary, towards the location of the stone tablet.

But to his surprise, the tablet that was in the cabinet had disappeared at some point. Where it once lay, there now was only a small pile of grayish-black sand.

A one-time use?

No! That’s not right!

A thought flashed through his mind like lightning, and Anvis activated the advanced arcane vision of Mercury Eyes, only to incontrovertibly see those grains of sand transforming into a strange, ethereal glow.

The remaining handful of sand turned out to be an exceptional Element!

Exploring an ancient ruin that had been excavated, and yet still getting swept up in strange events, Claire’s renown was truly well deserved...

With a silent exclamation in his heart, Anvis couldn’t help but turn to look at Claire and Pekara beside him.

The two girls were still facing in the direction of the stone tablet, their eyes shut tight, their spiritual fluctuations exuding a peculiar sense of suppression, somewhat similar to a state of deep meditation.

"Hmm—"

At this moment, Claire stirred, uttering a faint plaintive moan, her gemstone-like blue eyes opening slowly with a trace of confusion.

"Are you alright, Senior Claire?"

Her gaze shifted, and Claire looked at Anvis, the clarity gradually returning to her eyes.

"I’m fine, it seemed like I had a very long dream..."

Turning her head to look at the remnants left by the stone tablet, Claire’s expression became somewhat complex.

"There, you see it too, don’t you?"

"Yes, it seems to be the past of this city, a message from the era of the High Elves."

Anvis nodded, ready to exchange information with Claire when he suddenly noticed Pekara’s abnormality.

"Crack—" "Woo—"

Under the astonished gazes of Anvis and Claire, the two magic rings on Pekara’s left ring and little fingers suddenly shone brightly, and the gemstones embedded in them burst into pieces at the same time.

At the same time, Pekara groaned in pain, collapsing powerless to the ground as if all her bones had been extracted, falling into a coma.

Bright red blood spilled from her orifices, and the spiritual power fluctuations around her body instantly became chaotic and feeble.

Sensing the wearer’s abnormal physical condition, a talisman around the girl’s neck automatically lit up, enveloping her with a pale white radiance, urgently restoring the girl’s injuries.

Realizing something was wrong with her, both began to cast spells, hastily stabilizing Pekara’s Spirit Space to prevent her condition from worsening.

"How is she?"

Claire looked at the comatose Pekara, her blue eyes downcast, her originally light and ethereal tone slightly deepened, faintly conveying a sense of self-reproach.

"Not sure, let me check her out a bit."

Anvis extended his slender index finger, covered with a white glove, and gently touched Pekara’s smooth and fair forehead, carefully gathering a strand of spiritual power and probing into it.

In his perception, a cold and sinister spiritual power fluctuation was continuously echoing within her Spirit Space.

He was all too familiar with this sensation, which was the same as what he had experienced before awakening, originating from that enormous ’Amoeba’.

However, the fluctuation had not caused Anvis any harm, which led him to subconsciously treat it as merely a record of images.

Now it seemed there might be something more complicated behind it.

For some reason, he was immune to the ’Amoeba’s chaotic spiritual power fluctuations.

Anvis tried ’touching’ that spiritual fluctuation, and the result was no different from before. It felt somewhat strange, but he did not sustain any harm.

After some thought, he decided to try to draw out this spiritual power fluctuation.

After several attempts, Anvis ultimately failed.

Although the fluctuation did him no harm, it was extremely stubborn, firmly entrenched within Pekara’s Spirit Space, unmoved by his enticement.

Honestly, the peculiar nature of this fluctuation reminded Anvis of the Ancient Secret Scripture.

Wait, the Ancient Secret Scripture?

With a thought, Anvis glanced at Claire, withdrew the Dark Moon Wand back into his ring, and the silver-white Ancient Secret Scripture appeared in his palm.

Maintaining the gesture of a single finger on Pekara’s forehead, Anvis once again divided a strand of spiritual power, silently injecting it into the book.

The familiar change transmitted from the book, but this time with some differences.

As if sensing the existence of the chaotic fluctuation, the thick book in Anvis’s hand suddenly opened by itself, pages flipping rapidly, turning to the last few blank pages at the end.

The next moment, the blank pages suddenly erupted with a strange gravitational pull.

The previously stubborn chaotic fluctuation, upon encountering this gravity, behaved as docile as a lamb and willingly left Pekara’s Spirit Space, disappearing entirely into the book’s pages.

At the same time, new information transmitted from the book. Anvis sensed it briefly and found it to be a spell to be used in conjunction with the actual Ancient Secret Scripture: [Sealing]

This spell could use the blank pages of the Ancient Secret Scripture as a vessel to seal away enemies, spell effects, and the like within the book’s pages.

The existence to be sealed must be completely under the Spellcasters’ control, unable to produce the slightest resistance. The effect was somewhat akin to a combination of a Magic Book’s pages and a Sealing Magic carrier.