Single Mother of a Werewolf Baby

Chapter 247: Eye of Wisdom

The moment the light struck the centre of her forehead, a cold sensation bloomed. It spread from her brow through her skull, then seeped into every vein, every fibre of her being.

Then, an unstoppable tide of memory that was not her own surged into her mind. It was not mere knowledge but a symphony of sensation, image, and truth that crashed into her consciousness, threatening to drown her. Reality itself was rewritten in its wake.

She shivered violently. This was not the fleeting chill of winter’s breath, but a deep, root-born cold, seeping up from beneath the very earth and rising through the soles of her feet until it swallowed her whole.

The white trial ground was gone.

She stood instead as a lone consciousness at the base of a tree so vast its branches seemed to hold the heavens aloft. The colossal trunk shimmered like gold-veined mahogany, ageless and eternal. Roots like interconnected rivers pulsed with the colours of life... blue, green, gold, and white. While far above, the branches vanished into clouds of starlight, glowing with an emerald radiance that bathed the skies.

"Yggdrasil!"

The name came unbidden to her mind, not as sound but as a fundamental truth, as certain as her own existence. The air itself thrummed with ancient power, vibrating with a resonance older than time. At the roots, nestled in a cradle of gnarled wood, a pool of luminous water glowed with bioluminescence. Its light was soft, sacred, and heavenly. She felt herself drawn to it with a pull beyond will.

"Mímir’s Well."

The second name struck her with equal certainty.

And then she saw a figure of immense presence emerged from the shadows of memory. Cloaked in storms, he carried an aura of both wrath and yearning. His face was a landscape etched with fierce intelligence, profound sacrifice, and a longing so vast it seared like fire. She felt it within him... the unbearable thirst for knowledge, a hunger so deep it was not desire but pain.

"Odin!"

The name resonated in her core. The All-Father, a king who understood that power without wisdom was a hollow crown.

He bowed his head before the well, reverence woven into the gesture. His voice rang out, not in thunder, but in solemnity.

"My Lord, I have journeyed to the wellspring of all knowing. You know the trials I have endured to reach your presence. My thirst for knowledge is unquenchable, and I will not leave unsatisfied. Whatever price you demand, I shall pay."

From the depths of the well, something stirred.

A figure rose, not wholly a man, but a being born of water itself... fluid and eternal. His form shifted as though he were woven of liquid memory, until, slowly, he took on a vivid, lifelike shape.

measure, yet not brutish. He loomed like a giant, his frame akin to an ancient oak... gnarled, weathered, and immovable. There was strength there, but

vast and fathomless, the colour of the deep sea beneath a storm-laden sky. Within them burned a calm, unblinking light,

the colour of stone and moss. Strands were tied with simple cords, others adorned with tiny beads etched in runes so ancient they seemed to hum faintly. He wore only

the eye

that seemed drawn from the

Mímir, guardian of

like stone grinding in the earth’s depths, like rivers cutting their patient paths through epochs. The

price, Odin. Go back. Not all

Odin’s answer came swift, his voice threaded with iron. "I

gaze unblinking. "Even if you drank the waters dry, you would still err. You would

said, his resolve

you, seeker of the unknown,

was no hesitation. Not

than flesh, truth dearer than sight. The thirst for knowledge burned brighter than pain, brighter than the

dug

blood welled, spilling down his cheek, shining like liquid

sight. It was not merely the agony of torn

Odin dropped the eye into

not cloud the depths. Instead, the well received it, as if the

the pool with calm inevitability and drew forth a broken great horn. Its surface

was not

lips, Eleanor’s mind fractured and was remade. She witnessed the birth of stars, the collapse of worlds, the whisper of the world’s end. She felt the weight of history and the tremor

in that instant, she understood the

vision beyond flesh. He had traded the power to look at things for the wisdom to see them.

A searing pain

She fainted as the pain

claimed her, knowledge crystallised

of Wisdom

eliminates ignorance, illusion, and desire, leading to complete freedom from worldly