Wizard: Unlimited Profession Slots Chapter 903 - 395: Pact_2

Initially, Uphemia had no intention of paying heed to her, but the oppressive stare from the black-robed Wizard beside her made her reconsider.

With a gulp, she plucked a strand of hair from her head and bit her lip.

Upon contact with the Celestial Ball Crystal, the magical power within the room erupted into chaos.

The nebula inside the crystal began to swirl and form distinct symbolic images, each radiating a disquieting energy.

"The first symbol..." Chloe's voice took on a dreamlike, ethereal quality:

"A delicate porcelain doll, confined within an opulent cage.

The doll's eyes are devoid of life, reflecting only hollow obedience.

Its owner visits daily to admire this possession, yet never contemplates granting it genuine freedom..."

Deep within the crystal, a hazy image started to take shape.

It depicted a figure clad in elaborate attire, imprisoned within a canary's cage.

The doll's face bore a striking resemblance to Uphemia's, but its eyes lacked any trace of a soul's spark.

"This represents the dynamic of control and subjugation," Chloe elucidated.

"From your creator's perspective, you are eternally nothing more than an object for amusement."

"The second symbol..."

The scene shifted to reveal a beautiful flower, its stem, however, was ensnared by sharp thorns.

Its roots were deeply embedded in decaying soil, drawing sustenance from death itself.

Despite its yearning to ascend, the flower remained ensnared by the corrupted earth...

This particular symbol caused Uphemia's breathing to quicken.

She recognized it as a representation of her unseverable connection to the King of Blood, an innate bond etched into her very bloodline.

"The third symbol..." Chloe's voice began to falter.

A vast spider web materialized, with a grotesque spider resting at its center.

The spider was in the process of slowly consuming its ensnared prey.

Yet, it delayed the final blow, preferring to prolong the prey's agonizing despair, relishing the torment of orchestrating life and death...

Guided by the Prophet's will, the images within the crystal grew sharper and more menacing.

The spider possessed a human face, distorted and marred, yet undeniably that of Aiden.

And the unfortunate soul trapped within the web was Uphemia herself.

"No... this cannot be..." Uphemia's voice cracked, utterly broken.

"Father, he... he cherishes me, bestowed upon me power, granted me purpose..."

"But he also burdened you with chains and a curse," Ron interjected calmly.

"Your so-called Tier One Talent is nothing more than a fabricated mimicry.

My research into relevant records indicates that genuine bloodline control abilities surpass your current manifestations significantly.

The reason you can wield this semblance of power is due to those runic imprints buried deep within your lineage, isn't it?"

These pronouncements shattered Uphemia's final psychological defenses.

Trembling, she sank back into her chair, her entire form collapsing as if a puppet whose strings had been severed.

"However..." Chloe's tone abruptly changed, and a new symbol emerged within the crystal.

"I perceive an alternative path..."

This vision presented an ancient Key, its form incredibly intricate, appearing to be fashioned from a confluence of diverse runes and geometric designs.

As the Key began to turn, all surrounding chains and restraints started to dissipate.

"The Key to liberation... the power of reversal..." Chloe's voice resonated with a newfound hope.

"Should one grasp this Key, all cages shall transform into instruments of power, and all bonds shall transmute into formidable strength."

The final symbol ignited a spark of hope in Uphemia's eyes.

"This also signifies freedom and renewal," Chloe's voice carried a subtle undertone of persuasion.

"Under specific circumstances, all ties can be severed. But this endeavor demands courage, sagacity, and... the aid of trusted allies."

Once the divination concluded, the blind girl nearly slumped back onto her chair.

The sheer intensity of such prophetic revelations exacted a significant toll on her.

Uphemia remained in profound silence for an extended period.

Her fingers repeatedly caressed the emblem adorning her chest, a gesture that seemed to convey either a plea for solace or a solemn farewell.

"I wish to ascertain..." the White-haired Witch's voice held an unusual tremor of uncertainty, "Precisely who is backing you?"

Ron responded with careful consideration:

"The support structure that stands behind us will be revealed to you in due course, once you make a definitive commitment to join.

However, I can disclose that there are two Great Ones involved."

Great Ones! The very mention of the phrase sent a jolt through the White-haired Witch's heart, causing her inner equilibrium to waver perceptibly...

"And should I decline?" Uphemia inquired.

"Then you shall continue your existence as it is, until the day you awaken to find yourself embodying those very divinatory images."

Ron's words were stark, yet they conveyed the unvarnished truth.

"The ultimate decision rests with you, Uphemia. We have merely illuminated another potential path."

The White-haired Witch lapsed into a deep, contemplative state once more.

Her gaze shifted between Ron and Chloe, as if scrutinizing an unspoken proposition.

Ultimately, with a determined breath, she settled on a course of action:

"I require time to contemplate, and... I need further reassurance."

"What form of assurance are you seeking?"

"Should our scheme falter, and should Father discover my treachery..." Uphemia's voice started to waver: "I implore you to grant me a dignified departure from this world."

Her plea cast a hush over Ron and Chloe.

"That day will never dawn," Ron declared with conviction. "We are destined for success."