This altar was very simple. In the center was a wooden pillar that was erected. It was narrow at the top and thick at the bottom. On top of it was a simple drawing of an owl that was carved with a knife or something. The drawing style was abstract, and it looked more like some kind of terrifying monster.
Its body was obviously stretched, and its eyes were very large and disproportionate. The feathers on its body were dancing like flames.
A very thick rope was tied to the pillar and made into a knot. On the knot hung an owl pendant made of turquoise.
Continuing down, on the ground was a complex magic rune that Elwyn had never seen before.
The natural pattern and the hexagonal pattern were intertwined together, and the finishing touch was the deep ancient magic rune in the center of the pattern.
The magic rune shone, and a light blue light flickered in it.
Elwyn could feel a very unfamiliar magic power. It was very peaceful, and there was a faint sense of healing …
"Is this the Demonic Altar?" He stared at the wooden pillar in a daze. "As long as I drip my blood on it, I can break the curse."
But he still felt that something was wrong. This was different from the Demonic Altar that he saw in the depths of the Hogwarts.
In front of Elwyn, the little owl flew toward the altar. As soon as it entered the range of the rune, its body quickly changed.
Soon, it turned into the appearance of a girl, about eighteen or nineteen years old. She had a fair and clean face that looked very comfortable.
Her eyes were as calm as the sea, and she had a small nose and thin lips. The corners of her mouth were slightly curled up, with a hint of a sad smile.
The girl wore a very classic long dress, a headscarf, and a simple wooden circlet on her forehead.
"Hello, strange visitor!"
"Who are you?" Elwyn paused and continued to ask, "Why did you bring me to this place?"
"As you can see, I am a soul that has already passed away." The girl said slowly, with a hint of calmness in her voice. "As for my name when I was alive, you can call me Shuklia. I saw you use magic to restore the original appearance of that soul, and I heard what you said to it. I think you can help me escape this curse, so I brought you here. "
"A curse?!" Elwyn gasped, clutching the wand in his hand. "I'm here to help you, but I have to know what happened in this castle. First of all, what is that pillar beside you? I can feel a powerful magic power from it. This is a very unfamiliar power to me. "
"This is a totem I personally made. It is because of its power that all the souls wandering in this castle have turned into owls." Shuklia said, looking at the pillar beside him. "I hung our tribe's holy relic on it. It can communicate with an owl god. It's a very powerful natural force …"
"You turned all the souls here into owls. This is the curse …"
"No, it's not a curse, but a protection!" Shuklia said calmly, correcting Elwyn.
Elwyn frowned, looking at the girl in front of him and the wooden pillar that flashed with blue light beside her, as well as the exaggerated owl on it.
Just as the woman he saw in the mirror, Ariana, said, it was this magic that turned the souls of all the people in the castle into owls. But this thing didn't seem to be a demonic altar.
Elwyn could feel that this power wasn't that evil, but rather righteous.
In fact, the totem Shuklia mentioned reminded Elwyn of another special kind of magic, the power of shamans who used the power of nature.
Unlike the magic of wizards, shamans used the power of natural elements. They were a very ancient and mysterious spellcasters. In those primitive tribes, they were also responsible for communicating with the souls of their ancestors, as well as carrying out the task of healing the sick.
In the past, shamanism was once very popular, but as time moved into the modern era, shamans gradually became a historical term.
Because the method of inheritance was very backward and quite complicated, the requirements for the spellcaster were higher, the casting process was also very complicated, and they had to communicate with the power of the dead and the elements at all times. All these restrictions greatly reduced the number of shamans.
Elwyn had seen the introduction of shamans in the books about accepting magic power from all over the world, but he didn't know much about them.
The totem Shuklia just mentioned reminded him of this ancient profession. After all, it wasn't a very common casting tool.
"This totem you made, is it the power of shamans?" Elwyn asked.
"In our tribe, it's called witchcraft, and the people who use this power are called witch doctors. They are the spiritual leaders of the clan and tribe," Shuklia said, light blue magic light flowing slowly in her hands. "We are responsible for communicating with the souls of our ancestors and the gods of the natural world, guiding our people through all kinds of difficulties, and maintaining the order of nature from being destroyed. Of course, in your country, this power is also called the power of shamans, it's just that the name is different! "
"A witch doctor from Africa, then you must be the witch it was talking about!" Elwyn thought for a moment and continued to ask, "In that case, what's the protection you mentioned just now? Turning all the souls into owls, so that they can never rest in peace, is this also a kind of protection? "
"It's a kind of protection!" Shuklia said slowly, "There's a very powerful evil power in this castle. If I don't provide protection for these souls, they will be mercilessly devoured by that demon."
"What's going on? It doesn't seem to be the case from what I know. "
"I will tell you the truth of everything, strange visitor, and you can judge for yourself." Shuklia said, calmly looking at Elwyn, "A long time ago, I left my tribe to go on a solo journey. This was a trial, and every witch doctor in the clan would go through this process. The elders hoped that I could cleanse my soul during the journey, better communicate with the elements, and return to the tribe to become the new great witch doctor. But in that long journey, I gradually lost myself and forgot my original intention. I met a wizard, and we fell in love. He wanted to take me back to his family and prepare to marry me … "
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