The real cause of Winters' mother's death

Winters' consciousness became disoriented the moment he touched Duke Massa's wolf crystal.

The smell of blood in the dungeon was dispersed by some kind of cool aura, and those originally solidified blood beads gradually levitated, all charging and paddling over in Winters' direction.

The wolf crystal stone seemed to be absorbing these blood beads.

"Watch out!" Frederick was about to go and grab Winters' wrist, but he was stopped by Michael.

Duke Massa, who had originally been placed in a coffin, had somehow appeared among the white orchid grass.

Duke Massa's corpse began to dry up and shrivel up, and countless swimming bumps bulged under his gray skin, as if there were a thousand silver snakes running underneath it.

"Ms. Winters, don't be afraid, everything is just an illusion."

Winters' eyes were covered by Mike, and a powerful sonic sound hit her eardrums.

This was the normal exoskeletal reaction produced by the wolf crystals entering the new body.

Even though Winters' eyes were covered, in the middle of the sea of consciousness , she could still see a huge blood moon.

Mike's hands suddenly turned into wolf claws in front of her eyes and slowly disappeared.

Frederick also disappeared.

The world became empty, as if she was the only one who existed.

The blood moon was engulfed and sunk by clouds, a phenomenon of the blood moon tides.

Winters stood in the Sea of Consciousness, looking at the blood moon from afar, and a tingling pain came from the palm of his hand.

Duke Massa's crystal fragment was summoning the homologous bloodline, and today was her birthday.

All of this was by no means a coincidence.

Although Winters didn't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing, she had gotten Duke Massa's wolf crystal, and finding the crystal scepter would be much easier afterward.

The blood moon inverted and imprinted at Winters' feet, and without waiting for Winters to catch her breath, twelve wolf warriors wearing silver masks broke through the dome of consciousness.

The man at the head held a crossbow carved with spells, the tip of the arrow pointed straight at Winters' brow.

"Give the wolf crystals to the Wolf Elders."

"Who are you people?"

Winters frowned slightly and took a few steps back; although she knew spells from her previous life, she wasn't sure if she should display them at this moment.

Mike's kind voice reached her through the clouds, "Child you are seeing all illusions, trust yourself and do not be afraid."

"The Midsummer Ritual requires wolf crystals, hand over the wolf crystals."

The crossbow shot out in a flash, Winters closed her eyes as a gust of wind passed through and she seemed to be transported into a sacrificial ceremony.

If Winters hadn't guessed wrong, this was the Midsummer Ritual they were talking about.

Crystal hourglasses ran sand on the altar, a woman sat on her knees by the altar, a steady stream of blood gushing from her chest soaking the wolf crystals on the altar.

And the crystal scepter placed in the center.

Winters scalp tingled, this was twenty years ago, she slowly approached the woman and couldn't stop her heart from plummeting as she took in the woman's face.

It turned out to be her mother, Thatcher.

Winters couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face, she had wanted to use a spell to save her mother, but instead she found herself appearing transparent.

Duke Massa's wolf crystal stone only took her to her memories, not to the past, and was able to change history.

A little boy with fox ears and blue pupils came to Mrs. Thatcher with a serious face holding a star tracker.

It was Frederick as a young child, and his face was still outstanding, but Winters was in no mood to admire his looks.

"Your blood will run the Star Tracker and allow it to take you."

"Frederick, you're a good boy, but the Star Tracker can't save me anymore."

Blood flowed everywhere, and Thatcher's blonde hair faded in color as her limbs began to transform into a wolf body.

"No, Mother, no!"

The fierce wolf warrior, placed Thatcher in the middle of the altar.

The blood-colored moonlight poured down on the trembling wolf body.

Thatcher was already in a state of near-death from the loss of blood.

Winters looked at what was in front of her, her eyes turning scarlet, her wolf teeth sharpening as she tried to bite all the wolf warriors around her.

No matter if it was in their previous life or now, those who betrayed them would always be of the same clan.

The wolf crystals lit up with blue fireworks that were very dazzling and beautiful, but the viper that did cloak itself in a beautiful shell swallowed all of Mrs. Thatcher in no time at all.

"Mrs. Thatcher, I will take care of your child Winters."

Duke Massa choked back a sob as he picked up the wolf crystal and put it away carefully.

"Massa you don't have to be sad, Thatcher is doing the entire Sutherland family a favor."

A conspiratorial smile appeared at the corner of Wolf Elder Arthur's mouth.

"Why did the heavens pick Thatcher!"

"Then who do you want to sacrifice the Wolf Crystal? The Winters of the same bloodline as you?" Arthur's tone was a bit harsh.

"Shut up, you are not welcome in Massa City, get out of Massa City from tomorrow."

Duke Massa's emotions became a little out of control.

"Who cares about staying in your Massa City, Priest Thatcher's."

Until this moment, Winters didn't realize. Duke Massa had lied to her, and her mother, Lady Thatcher, had turned out to have died in a sacrifice.

Winters had been too pained to speak.

Compared to the pain of being betrayed by Chris, this pain of knowing the real cause of her mother's death hurt even more.

Winters began to blame herself that she had been so confused in her last life.

A huge halo of light appeared before her eyes.