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.

the same bright smile

of the second man rang with boldness

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

of average looks, but his well-built body and incredibly

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 this dome was by no

his long hair roughly covered his face, and by extension,

to save the life of the comrade next

here." Lucielle mumbled as she began to look around

runic language that covered the walls of their surroundings, matching it

meant the

power to

there.

existed flaming torches that surrounded the stage, and rune-like depictions warbled

raising one of his

in the room rushed towards the altar, and

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

how far

really. The further back, the more time and energy will be required to activate. Plus, remember what I've been

the

It's the

it's called the Butterfly

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

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

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

arrangements, formation, up to the tiniest details—or else there could

point is that we don't make

to make changes. We just can't make significant ones except at given points in time,

"…."

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

been trying to say." Rey responded with a

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

hands of the lanky blonde

Adonis! Let's

Rey watched this exchange with a

and Disciple relationship makes me a bit teary, you know?" His chuckle rang hollow as he strained a

my own Master was still

moment, there

Then—