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.

still had the same bright smile as the

voice of the second man rang with

pain in his tone, but he hid it

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

hair was of natural length, but it had now grown long due to being unkempt for a long period. It used to

his face, and by extension, the

mark he received in order to save the

Rey. We just got here." Lucielle mumbled as she began to

language that covered the walls of their surroundings, matching it to what they

true, so that meant the power they sought

to

to do lies over there. With that Magic Circle." Lucielle pointed forward, towards an

rune-like depictions warbled

Rey responded, raising one of his

three in the room rushed towards the

Magic Circle in order to suit

control how far back we

back, the more time and energy will be required to activate.

yeah, the

the Dragonfly

our old world, it's called the Butterfly Effect.

of the trio. He silently watched everything, unable to contribute even a word to the conversation. He had an oddly cut yellow hair, his very lean appearance, and his

often bowed his head to hide his full face from anyone

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

formation, up to the

point is that

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

"…."

say, this present, by going to the past… that in itself will make changes that

I've been trying to

it out as we go. For now, it's best we

blonde and

Let's get to

to beam, and Rey watched this

teary, you know?" His chuckle rang hollow as

my own

moment, there

Then—