"Birth"

The life of a wizard or anyone for that matter had its rises and falls. Greya believed that she was at one of the "falls" when everything seemed to be opposing her. She might be a carefree soul, but this wouldn't help her neglect her true problems forever.

She let out a deep breath and sat back at her table.

Without her body, she could not train, suppress the foreign soul, or venture out and look for her workers.

The only thing she could do right now was to work on new spells with pens and paper.

The spell called Artificial Life had granted her an extremely elevated starting point on the path of truth, which made it harder for her to proceed.

A certain mighty figure from Candy House once warned her that Artificial Life was a beautiful accident in her life when she barely knew anything about what "life" was.