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.

cut short, but she still had the same bright smile as the first day—five years ago—when the first miracle of

finally here! What now?" The voice of the second man rang with

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

had black hair and dark brown eyes. He was of average looks, but his well-built body and incredibly long blade were far from

past, his hair was of natural length, but it had now grown long due to being unkempt for a long period. It used to be packed together, but their journey to

face, and by extension, the scar

he received in order to save the life of the

Rey. We just got here." Lucielle mumbled as

knew that Lucielle was busy observing the runic language that covered the walls of their surroundings, matching it to what they

meant the power they sought

to change

what we have to do lies over there. With that Magic

and rune-like depictions warbled as if they could go off at any

Rey responded, raising one of his

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

on what I'm seeing here, I'll have to augment the Magic Circle in order to suit our purposes." Lucielle rubbed her chin as

can control how far back

really. The further back, the more time and energy will be

yeah, the

the

it's called the

trio. He silently watched everything, unable to contribute even a word to the conversation. He

often bowed his head to hide

make too many big changes since it'll derail the events that'll happen even more." Lucielle sighed, her eyes still on

about them—their arrangements, formation, up to the tiniest details—or else there could be

that we don't

to change this outcome, we need to make changes. We just can't make significant ones except at given points in time, so we can predict exactly what happens and how to best respond to

"…."

in itself will make changes that are significant. I suppose it is unavoidable." Lucielle muttered, finally rising from her

what I've been trying to say." Rey

figure it out as we go. For now,

blonde and pulled him over

Let's get

beam, and Rey watched this exchange with a sad

teary, you know?" His

my own Master

moment, there was

Then—