They say the soul is like a CD, and the brain is like a player. The soul carries all our memories and personality from our past life. Even though memories can be "wiped clean" in special ways, that only happens after we die in this world. What Sigrid was doing to me seemed to be a special magic that used light elements to replay memories from my soul.
In that moment, I saw again those unforgettable scenes from my past, as if I was living through them once more.
"Stop talking!"
I rushed over without thinking and kissed Adrian hard on the mouth. I felt like I had lost all support as we fell together towards the ground below.
This was my own experience from not long ago, when Lantine Oasis sky city was about to collapse.
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"Remember I said I was looking for someone?" the brown-haired boy rubbed his eyes hard with his arm. He didn't answer my question, just put down his empty bowl and said quietly, "Actually, I just realized I had already found her..."
This was the moment Adrian found me after entering alone into the soul space created by the "God of Light".
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"In your long life, have you ever seen other types of living beings?" At the evening banquet in the Pope's palace in the holy city of Jethrobaines, Cardinal Eminem asked me while dancing. Meanwhile, Nicola was standing by the buffet table at the edge of the ballroom, holding a wine glass and glaring at him with jealousy.
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"Even though I don't believe in any god, light is the only element that can connect with spirit and soul. At key moments, as angels made of light, we always hear a voice from nowhere. This voice guides us towards the right future. I call it 'Saint'!"
In the cloud palace of Edenmere, Elara described to us the god she believed in - one nobody had ever heard of or seen, but one she deeply believed in.
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"What did you do? What did you do to Gisphrael!"
Michelle suddenly swung her sword at us in anger, as if we had touched a sore spot. I felt a huge wave of fire and strong wind coming at us. The Condensation Sword in twelve-winged Nicola's hand suddenly flew out on its own. It floated upright in front of her like a pointer, silently dissolving this powerful attack.
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"Slap!"
Outside City Wal in the Dark Continent, just after escaping danger and untying the ropes on his body, Adrian turned and slapped me.
"You still don't know why I hit you?"
Seeing my confused look, Adrian sighed helplessly and pointed out all the dangerous things I had done. From then on, I started to truly understand him for the first time.
I also slowly realized that maybe coming to this world wasn't so bad for me after all...
There were many such deep, unforgettable memories. They flashed by quickly, one after another. And then came -
"Hey, are you okay?"
On a rainy city street, I sat under a streetlight and looked up blankly. All I saw was a blur of colors. Looking closer, I realized it was an umbrella. A boy was squatting in front of me, holding the umbrella.
"Who... are you?"
This was the scene when I first met Reilly. He was holding the umbrella over me, a stranger, while half his body was exposed to the rain.
But in the next second, everything familiar in my memory suddenly became strange.
"You thought you could stop me just by forcing me to take physical form? I've changed my mind. You can all die!"
A huge figure appeared behind him without warning, so big it covered half the sky. It was an angel glowing with light! A male angel with twelve pure white wings on his back, very handsome. I seemed to have seen this typical image somewhere before...
It was the God of Light, Beluto!
At the same time, Reilly was clutching his head with a pained expression, flying backwards into the sky against his will. As he flew, his body changed into a female twelve-winged angel form. Then the God of Light grabbed him in his hand.
"You finally fell for it, Beluto! Did you think we didn't foresee this? To tell you the truth, we've practiced this battle millions of times for today!"
To my surprise, my body stood up on its own. I pointed to the sky, and the twelve-winged angel in his hand vanished. All the scenery around us changed completely.
Only then did I notice that I had somehow returned to Eldoria Continent from ten thousand years ago, when light element was overflowing. The sky was always glowing brightly, the earth was barren. Standing in front of me was the real, original God of Light in physical form!
Unlike the weakened God of Light in the trial space, this was the full version! So when he took physical form, he appeared as an adult male twelve-winged angel, much bigger, like a giant!
"So it's you, Gisphrael! You sneaked in and messed things up when I wasn't looking! No wonder I thought it was strange that humans could build a new city so quickly! Only your switcheroo could fool even me..."
The God of Light looked at his empty palm in shock. He immediately turned to me and roared angrily. "Even if Liana luckily escaped my grasp, you won't get away!"
"Hmph, you think I'm scared? I've been prepared for this! You can't return to element form now. As long as Sister Liana is safe, everyone will break free from your mental limits sooner or later and finally destroy you!"
Without hesitation, I raised my right hand. Countless Water Abyss Swords appeared around me, all pointing at the God of Light.
"Dream on! Don't think I can't find them just because you hid their existence with elements! I just need to deal with you first!"
Hearing this, the God of Light also raised his arm angrily. His palm held an extremely bright light. Even though I tried not to look directly at it, I could clearly feel the painful stabbing of the light. The feeling was heart-wrenching, even beyond the body, striking deep into my soul...
Just as our attacks were about to clash, I opened my eyes.
"Ah!"
I was still sitting in the room inside the wizard's tower. Sigrid was looking at me strangely, his expression showing shock and confusion.
"Feliciana, are you okay?" Adrian rushed over to grab me and help me up from the ground, asking with concern.
"I'm... fine!" I answered with some effort. Actually, I didn't feel very good. For some reason, after waking up from the "dream", my whole head was aching terribly. Everything I saw seemed to have double images. I was swaying and couldn't stand steady.
"Her soul must have suffered severe damage before. My soul-probing magic may have accidentally triggered old wounds. You'd better let her lie down and rest here for a while. Don't move around carelessly."
Seeing that we were about to leave, Sigrid quickly stood up to stop us.
"Her soul was damaged? How is that possible?" Cyra was stunned when she heard this. She looked at him in confusion. "Aren't we newly born angels? We shouldn't have received any soul attacks, right? Was she injured in the trial space?"
"No, she shouldn't have been hurt that badly in the trial space. Considering that souls can be reborn endlessly, this must be referring to Feliciana's past life, right?"
Adrian's thinking was much clearer than Cyra's. He immediately connected to the key point, mumbling to himself. "But I remember Feliciana's past life was human. Could it be that she once..."
"It probably wasn't human! Her soul is very incomplete. Because of the injury, many memories from her past life are lost. But I still saw some useful parts."
Sigrid interrupted his thoughts. He walked over slowly and cast a high-level sleep spell on me. "The contents described in that introduction letter were not wrong. Her past life indeed had a lot to do with the Water Angel..."
After that, I quickly lost consciousness, as I was already feeling mentally exhausted.
I slept very deeply, almost without any dreams. When I regained awareness, I found myself still lying on the floor inside the wizard's tower.
"You're awake? How do you feel?" Adrian was sitting nearby, looking at me with concern. Cyra was sitting cross-legged in front of Sigrid with her eyes closed, seeming to be learning how to communicate with souls from him.
"I'm okay..." This time I really felt much better. Although there was still a slight headache, it was nothing compared to before.
"About my soul, do you know what's going on now?" I remembered they were still discussing this topic before I fell asleep. Now that I felt better, of course I wanted to ask about what I cared about most. "Am I really the reincarnation of that Water Angel?"
To be honest, this feeling still seems too unreal and fake to me. Even though I've "dreamed" about Gisphrael more than once or twice, I still feel like those are someone else's memories, not my own.
"About that..." To my surprise, Adrian didn't answer me right away. He hesitated and glanced at Sigrid, who was still sitting in the center of the room.