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 the first day—five years ago—when the first miracle

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

a hint of pain in his tone, but he hid

of average looks, but his well-built

unkempt for a long period. It used to be packed together, but their journey to this dome was by

his long hair roughly covered his face,

save

just got here." Lucielle mumbled as she began to look

busy observing the runic language that covered the walls of their

meant the

power to change

to do lies over there. With that Magic Circle." Lucielle pointed

rune-like depictions warbled as if they could go off

think?" Rey responded, raising one of his

the altar, and Lucielle observed it some

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

you can control how far back we

not really. The further back, the more time and energy will be required

the

the

called the Butterfly Effect. Same

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

so he often bowed his head to hide

we can't 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

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

is that we

can't make significant ones except at given points in time, so we can predict exactly what happens and how to

"…."

to the past… that in itself will make changes that are significant. I suppose it is unavoidable."

been trying to say." Rey responded with a

we go. For now, it's best we get

the lanky blonde and

Let's get

Rey watched this exchange with a sad

teary, you know?" His chuckle rang hollow as

own

a moment, there was

Then—