Dragon Hillock Fertile Land Secret Realm, the designated Evolution Ceremony Platform in the Tianyuan Territory.
Sophia, dressed in a black gown, sat there gracefully like a blooming black water lily.
But her heart was not at peace.
"As long as the thoughts and desires in our hearts are strong enough, a miracle will definitely happen."
Would she maintain the same intense thoughts as the Lord, to make the miracle blossom?
No, that's not right.
Clearly, the Lord was attempting a very new form of evolution, and she herself was the most critical part of it.
"Sophia, Sophia, you must not mess this up."
She took three deep breaths in succession, forcing herself into a calm mode.
After a moment, her eyes had calmed, deep as black agates.
She gestured an 'Ok' with her hand.
The glow of the Evolutionary Miracle burst forth from her, forming a blazing white column of light that soared into the clouds.
In the light, Sophia reminisced about her past life, her thoughts gradually solidifying.
The girl, covered in much mud, looked up blankly and saw a crow on the wall not far away, flapping its wings and flying away.
The girl touched herself, feeling beneath the large sleeves of her arm, and could faintly feel something sharp and hard protruding.
"I see crows every day, it's so me."
The girl mocked herself.
Crows are a symbol of bad omen, and so was she.
"But it doesn't matter anymore. If I'm the only one left, I don't have to worry about spreading the bad omen to anyone else."
She dragged her weary body, continuing towards the uninhabited wilderness.
The girl with black hair wore a tattered black robe, her appearance dust-covered yet her posture straight. Even facing three ferocious Grey Wolves baring their teeth, the seemingly fragile girl showed little fear on her face.
She slowly swept her right hand across half of her face, her black eyes with specks of crimson emitting a chilling and eerie aura, glaring coldly at the Grey Wolves before her.
"I am the Emissary of the Crow, foolish Grey Wolves, I command you to retreat swiftly."
"Oh... You dare not fear and still attempt to attack me. Since that's the case, shatter amidst these skies of Black Feathers."
The girl raised her arms high, murmuring incantations.
From the dappled tree shadows, patches of shadows rapidly lashed out, rustling as they bit into the three snarling Grey Wolves.
The Grey Wolves, their bodies torn and gnawed by shadows.
The three bloodstained Grey Wolves howled and fled into the forest, leaving behind a ground full of Black Feathers.
The remaining crows fluttered, crying out, then vanished into the woods in the blink of an eye.
"Huh... Hah... This is the price you pay for provoking the Emissary of the Crow."
The girl stood by leaning on a tree.
The dappled sunlight fell on her pale face, her eyes bizarre, her cheeks sprouting Black Feathers.
She wiped the sweat off her forehead, "This is quite alright."
"Nothing bad about this."
A figure cloaked in black robes, thoroughly concealed under a hood, leapt from midair and landed on top of a halted carriage.
In front of the carriage were two women huddled together trembling, and three men - either coachman, guard, or kin - lying in pools of blood.
Blocking the path squarely in the middle were three muscular goblins, their skin a deep greenish-blue.
The goblins jabbered, their eyes fixated on the two trembling human females, exhaling snorts from their nostrils, saliva dripping from the corners of their mouths.
They lunged forward but screamed and recoiled back.
On the ground, each of the three goblins had Black Feathers stuck into them like daggers.
The leading goblin roared, his muscles bulging even more as he forced out the Black Feathers embedded in his body.
He picked up a giant wooden club, much taller and widerthan the black-robed girl, swinging it as he charged forward.
The black-robed girl stretched out a hand, Black Feathers appearing out of thin air on either side of her, like needles, like swords, and in the next moment, they shot forward swiftly.
The charging muscular goblin's speed slowed increasingly until, just three or four meters from the carriage, he finally collapsed heavily.
The three goblins, resembling hedgehogs with Black Feathers, lay in the blood pool.
Fresh blood, a reddish-green color, slowly spread around, a pungent, rust-like smell assaulting the senses.
The black-robed girl remained expressionless as if she had done a trivial thing.
she said to the two women and then jumped down from the carriage.
Sitting on the ground, hugging each other with their heads buried, the two young women took about ten to twenty seconds to gradually realize the danger had passed.
They began to raise their heads, their refocused eyes settling on the dark figure of the cloaked person not far away.
Suddenly, a gust of wind lifted a corner of the hood.
The young woman about to speak suddenly shrank her pupils.
She caught a glimpse of the blackness under the hood.
Her body moved back involuntarily, her face as terrified as before, her voice growing sharper and harsher, "Witch, monster!"
The girl had just reached out her hand but silently lowered it.
She pulled her hood up further, the shadow covering most of her face.
With cold and unhurried steps, she silently walked into the adjacent woods, disappearing from the young women's sight, leaving behind only blood, Black Feathers, telling the trace of the girl's presence.