"Ravenna, allow me to introduce you to Ms. Myron," said Ronger, presenting the elderly woman seated across from her.
"A reclusive master of the soul, she is a peer of Soren in the art of soul magic and a mentor of mine, entirely worthy of your trust."
Ravenna bowed her head in greeting to the venerable, white-haired lady before her: "Greetings, Ms. Myron."
"Heh... I never expected Ronger to seek my aid," chuckled the old sorceress, whose name Ravenna had never heard of and had clearly been in seclusion for some time.
"It must have been over thirty years since we last communicated."
Ronger, much like Ravenna, bowed her head in a mix of respect and embarrassment, "I've thought of reaching out to you several times, but I feared disturbing your asceticism. My apologies, mentor."
"There's no offense taken, merely curiosity... After your achievements, you've never troubled me. Whatever brings you here must be of great importance."
Myron's gaze rested upon Ravenna: "This young lady must be quite significant to you."
"Ravenna is the granddaughter of master Ziegler," Ronger replied with utmost seriousness, "and to me, she is of the utmost importance."
"...Ziegler, Eileen Ziegler?"
Myron paused, then spoke with deep sentiment, "So she is Eileen's granddaughter. I wondered why she seemed familiar."
Her smile grew more tender: "Well, this visit just became even more meaningful."
"Ms. Myron, what should I do?" asked Ravenna.
"The cause is indeed merely an issue of the soul's adaptation, but to say that your soul was confined within such a puppet, so vastly different from your own flesh, and yet maintained its integrity to such an astonishing degree is remarkable."
Myron remarked, turning to glance at the lifeless puppet standing to the side. With a cursory look, she expressed her surprise, "Oh, you've enhanced this puppet, improving its soul's adaptability? Impressive craftsmanship."
Ravenna remained silent, for she was not the one who had improved the puppet, and the process of its enhancement... was something she could never forget in her lifetime.
Fortunately, the fragmentation of memory was merely a soul's issue with adapting to the body. Since rest was all that was needed for recovery, it was not a matter of great concern.
"By the way, during your convalescence, be mindful of certain things. As your soul recovers and readjusts to the body, memories you've forgotten may flash back intermittently."
Myron advised, tapping her temple. "This can be somewhat uncontrollable and quite distressing, so try to endure it as best as you can.
Also, given your unique circumstances, with your soul having been detached for an extended period and even somewhat accustomed to the puppet, there will be a phase of rejection and discomfort upon returning to your body, but these are normal phenomena and nothing to worry about."
Indeed, Ravenna had always felt a vague incompatibility between her body and soul, but this was also mentioned by the sorcerers of the Tower of Babel.
In summary, these conditions aligned with the conclusions drawn by other sorcerers at the Tower of Babel who had studied the soul. The lack of discrepancy was reassuring, allowing her to finally set her mind at ease.
"I appreciate your assistance, Ms. Myron," Ravenna said, bowing her head once more. "I apologize for disturbing your meditation."
Myron responded with a chuckle, "Whether it's Ronger's request or your identity as Eileen Ziegler's granddaughter, I have reasons to assist you. There's no need for such formality. If you have any issues, feel free to seek me out."
With a wave of her hand, her figure dissolved into an illusion and vanished from the room.
Extraordinary beings like Myron are rare; they belong to a group of extraordinary beings detached from worldly affairs. Some delve into the Sea of Wonders, while others reside in the Celestial Path mountains, seeking truth in their own ways within this vast world.
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