Alpha's Rejected Mate Returns as Queen

186 Breaking The Curse

Selma Payne’s POV:

The more I thought about it, the more I felt it was possible.

First, Dorothy had the most unique bloodline and power among all the people present.

Ancient beings were always obsessed with so-called ‘bloodlines’ and ‘inheritances’. Dorothy, who had the bloodline of prophecy and ancestors as chaotic as those in ancient Greek mythology, met this requirement.

Furthermore, Dorothy was the descendant of the prophetic witch. She might even be a direct descendant of Mullwica. Possessing her body would be satisfying revenge for the demons with bad intentions.

Third, Dorothy’s body had bones, and the side effects of the Eye of Insight were constantly snatching away her life force. She was like a dangerous bomb that could explode at any time. If the demon wished to break free from the shackles of his body one day, then even if Dorothy died quickly, he could use the Eye of Insight as an excuse not to be discovered.

“Can you find the source of the magic oscillation?” I asked out of caution.

“The trajectory of the wave is very secretive. We only discovered that it’s related to the magic residue of the witch clan’s ruins and nothing more.”

“Does it have any special characteristics?”

“Cold, extremely cold, like ice formed from frost and snow. It makes one feel cold all over.”

Cold!

This was a remarkable feature. I recalled the impurities I separated from the demonic fragment. It was a substance as cold as snowflakes.

I was sure this had something to do with the demon in the seal.

However, all of this would have to be delayed. The most important thing now was to help Dorothy get rid of the curse as soon as possible.

“I need you to help look after Dorothy’s soul,” I said to Master Kevin. “Keep it stable to the maximum extent. If there are any problems, please inform me in time to avoid any possible damage.”

Master Kevin solemnly expressed that there was no problem.

“Let’s officially begin.”

This time, breaking the curse was not as simple as helping Dorothy remove the curse left behind by Leviathan. Back then, I could accurately grab the black mist as if taking something from my pocket because of the mark’s restriction.

This time, it was different. Magic power was flowing everywhere. I could only rely on myself to find traces of it in Dorothy’s soul. Any accident can cause permanent damage to Dorothy’s soul.

I closed my eyes and began to meditate, silently searching for the feeling of walking in the wilderness in a dream.

My thoughts gradually fused with Dorothy’s soul. The soft and warm feeling of being submerged in water relaxed my entire body.

Dorothy’s soul was as gentle as her own.

I wandered in Dorothy’s spiritual world as if wandering in a blue ocean. It was completely silent and devoid of any living beings. There was nothing other than the boundless sea and the light source that came from nowhere.

That was not right. Where did Dorothy go?

I dived into the depths of the ocean. As the light source became dimmer, my vision became narrower. In the end, I couldn’t see my fingers. I could only use my instinct to check if there was anything outside.

Finally, I seemed to have dived to the bottom of the ocean, and I touched a rough and cold object.

I walked around it. It was huge, like a shell.

Would Dorothy be inside?

I tried to knock on the shell, but there was no reaction.

The bottom of the sea was much warmer than on the surface as if lava was buried underground. As the temperature gradually rose, I had a hunch that something terrible was about to happen, so I decided to swim back to the surface with the shell.

The shell looked big, but it was surprisingly light. It was like a bubble, floating up as soon as it left the seabed.

I tried to find a crack in the shell, but it was tightly closed, not revealing a single flaw. I did not have any tools with me. I wanted to try to break it open with force, but I was afraid of hurting Dorothy, who might be inside.

The seabed suddenly erupted just as I was at my wits’ end.

To my surprise, it wasn’t boiling lava that came out, but cold white ash.

The shell beside me was gradually heating up. I realized that the shell had been trying its best to adjust the ocean floor’s temperature to suppress the white ash’s explosion.

Great, I’d moved the shell away, and my good intentions messed everything up!

I pushed the shell upward, causing it to float to the surface of the sea even faster. I prepared to devour the ice-cold crystals as much as I could.

But I only have one mouth, and I couldn’t absorb the white ash everywhere in time!

I could only try to borrow the power of the seawater, hoping that it could become my external medium.

“Dorothy, can you hear me?”

I’d try my best to communicate with the owner of this place.

“I am Selma. Can you still recognize me? Don’t be afraid, don’t resist. I’m here to help you.

“If you trust me, can you temporarily give me control of the spiritual world? I need the help of seawater to purify the white ash. I promise I’ll devour them all, not leaving any trash for you.”

To my surprise, although Dorothy responded to me, she rejected me.

“Why?”

I asked in surprise.

She didn’t answer me.

Seeing the white ash spreading without restraint, I became increasingly anxious as I rapidly thought about why Dorothy might refuse.

Suddenly, the conversation we had in the safe house came to my mind.

Could Dorothy be worried about my safety?