The Abyss also gazes into you

Images flashed through Beatrice's eyes, images of a small blob, traveling alone in the empty Abyss.

Eons and Eons, the blob kept moving on and on towards a tiny dot of light in the distance, searching for a new home.

But at the same time, the blob was completely oblivious to the transformation taking place in itself.

As time passed, slowly but surely, the pitch-black darkness of the Abyss began imprinting itself in the blob.

Thankfully though, this process was extremely slow, so much so that by the time the blob had found its new home, its body had only become somewhat darker.

...

"What in the world happened?" mumbled Beatrice as she suddenly regained her consciousness.

The moment Beatrice woke up, she opened her eyes, allowing her to see the world around her once again.

"Mistress, are you alright, do you need any help?" asked Elias, who was standing right beside Beatrice, with a concerned look clearly visible on his face.

"How long was I asleep for?" asked Beatrice as she suddenly began moving her body, slowly getting up from the bed.

Seeing that his Mistress seemed fine, Elias breathed a silent sigh of relief, quenching his worries for the moment.

"It's been three days since you have fallen asleep mistress," said Elias, causing Beatrice to suddenly breathe a sigh of relief.

'At least it was not that long,' thought Beatrice before suddenly turning her head towards Elias.

"You can leave now," said Beatrice as she suddenly feel into deep thought, ignoring Elias who had now begun leaving the room.

A few moments later, Beatrice couldn't help but close her eyes, trying her best to look through her recent memories.

Darkness, that was all that Beatrice remembered, with every other circumstance surrounding the darkness seemingly being covered in a thick fog.

But even so, that darkness was fully imprinted in Beatrice's memories, years, decades, and centuries of pure pitch-black darkness filled Beatrice's memories, causing some pain to appear in Beatrice's head as she thought about it.

Under the weight of the nearly endless amount of memories, even Beatrice's powerful spirit seemed like an insignificant firefly, not making a dent in the memories in the slightest.

But as she was scouring through the rest of her memories, a slightly surprised look couldn't help but appear on Beatrice's face.

'My spirit definitely wasn't this strong,' thought Beatrice as she continued looking through her memories.

Although Batrice could look at her memories pretty easily in the past, compared to right now, her previous speed seemed like the pace of a snail.

Without any warning, some food, which had been left by Elias on a nearby table suddenly floated towards Beatrice, while at the same time, on her desk, a pen of Beatrice's suddenly began writing.

Not even opening her eyes, Beatrice suddenly opened her mouth, allowing a fork to suddenly deliver food straight to her without any inconvenience in the slightest.

Ignoring the taste of the bland food, Beatrice began focusing on the issue at hand.

'I can presume these large amounts of memories increased the power of my spirit,' thought Beatrice, using her mind to write down her thoughts on a piece of paper on her desk.

Of course, Beatrice did not use the normal language of the Magic Continent, the same language that she had spoken since she was young to write this, rather writing what looked like complete jibberish.

Even so, the moment, Beatrice filled up a page with her thoughts, the page suddenly began burning, as Beatrice turned to the next page.

After all, although writing in a rather niche ancient language could lessen the chance that someone could read her notes, Beatrice merely used this to make sure that nobody coud just barge in and understand her notes.

At this moment, Beatrice couldn't help but be side-tracked, as her thoughts began wandering off in a certain direction away from the beginning.

'How is one language able to dominate the entire world so easily, with even the most remote islands knowing it, how is this logical in the slightest?' thought before suddenly shaking her head.

Shaking her head, Beatrice returned to her prior topic, the new memories that had somehow appeared inside of her brain.

"At least it does make some sense," mumbled Beatrice, after all, the strength of one's spirit does passively grow with age and experience.

After all, although Beatrice did not clearly remember those memories, with their huge amount, some increase in the power of her spirit was obviously expected.

This was the very moment Beatrice turned to the most obvious thing that she had not yet thought about.

Where those memories come from and what did they mean?

Even though Beatrice was pretty sure of the fact that these memories were the cause of her increased spiritual power, she still had not figured out one extremely crucial thing, although she had an idea.

At this moment, Beatrice knew of only one event that could have posibly caused such a thing to happen, her death and rebirth

This was very clear, after all, as she had died, this event fits very neatly with the darkness that Beatrice had seen in the memories.

But even so, as she thought about her rebirth, Beatrice had a weird feeling, it was as if there was a single puzzle piece missing, one which would have allowed her to completely unmask the mystery, showing that it was not her rebirth that had caused memories to appear in her mind.

Although she had no concrete evidence of this fact, Beatrice still very much trusted her intuition, knowing that it had not made any major mistakes in the past.

"Is there something I'm missing?" mumbled Beatrice as she closed her eyes falling deep into thought, but sadly, Beatrice could only return back empty-handed, not managing to come up with anything.

At this moment Beatrice still ignored the possibility that it was her rebirth that had caused the memories to appear, as she trusted her intuition.

Of course, one could also say that denial was a very powerful thing after all.