An Extra’s POV

Death.

The world was covered in the stench of it.

No matter where you looked, there would always be a dead body—a gaping corpse whose wretched form stared back at you.

The skies seemed to be shrouded in an eternal night, and a nonsensical mix of freezing heat pervaded everything.

Chaos was rampant.

Destruction became trite.

Humanity, after fighting the long war for fifteen straight years… was finally on the brink of extinction.

In this despairing world, three silhouettes sped across the devastated battlefield.

They trampled on the bodies of their fallen comrades, their feet splashing around the blood of the dismembered corpses around them.

Despite such obvious desecration, they didn't seem to care.

Their goal—The Chamber of the Ancients—was far too valuable for any kind of hesitation in their march.

Also, they were in a bit of a hurry.

~WHOOSH!~

Like the very personification of wind, they flowed through the area, ensuring they could reach their goal in time.

And, by some absurd miracle… they did!

The Chamber of the Ancients—a dome-like structure that existed at the furthest ends of the domain they existed in—accepted their entry.

The three were able to get in, just in time for the Solstice to begin.

The Celestial Solstice that took place once every hundred years—the short window that caused the veils of reality to thin out considerably… creating the perfect chance for a miracle.

The three silhouettes were bathed in the light that shone from within the dome, revealing their true identities.

There was a white-haired Mage, immensely beautiful, with crimson eyes and several charms placed all over her enchanting body. Her Mage Attire had many torn all over, a sign of the dreary experience she had to endure in the war.

but she still had the same bright smile as

What now?" The voice of the second man rang with boldness

was a hint of pain in his tone, but he hid it all in the bravado he

and dark brown eyes. He was of average looks, but his well-built

long due to being unkempt for a long period. It used to be packed together,

roughly covered his face, and by extension, the

received in order to save the life of the comrade

here." Lucielle mumbled as she

observing the runic language that covered the walls of their surroundings, matching it to what they had learned over

Oracle's words rang true, so that meant

power to change

have to do lies over there. With that

surrounded the stage, and rune-like depictions warbled as if they could go

responded, raising one

in the room rushed towards the altar, and Lucielle observed it

have to augment the Magic Circle in order to suit our

can control how far back we can

The further back, the more time and energy will be required to activate. Plus, remember

yeah, the butterfly

It's the Dragonfly

our old world, it's called the

everything, unable to contribute even a word to the conversation. He had an oddly cut yellow hair, his

appearance, so he often bowed his head to hide his full face from anyone who was in

any case, we can't afford to make too many big changes since it'll derail the events that'll happen even more."

had to understand everything about them—their arrangements, formation, up to the tiniest details—or

is that we

outcome, we need to make changes. We just can't make significant ones except

"…."

going to the past… that in itself will make changes that are significant. I

trying to say."

it out as we go. For now,

of the lanky blonde and pulled him

Let's get to

boy to beam, and Rey watched this exchange with a

a bit teary, you know?" His chuckle rang hollow

my own

moment,

Then—