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.

smile as the first day—five years ago—when the first miracle of

The voice of the second man rang with boldness

of pain in his tone, but he hid

dark brown eyes. He was of average looks, but his

being unkempt for a long period. It used to be packed together, but their journey to

long hair roughly covered his face, and by extension,

in order to save the life of

Lucielle mumbled as

runic language that covered the

Oracle's words rang true, so that meant the power they

to change

have to do lies over there.

and rune-like depictions

responded, raising

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

the Magic Circle in order to suit our purposes." Lucielle rubbed her chin

control how far back we

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

the butterfly

the Dragonfly effect,

called the Butterfly

observed by the third member of the trio. He silently watched everything, unable to contribute even a word to the conversation. He

unsightly in appearance, so he often bowed his head to hide his full face from

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

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

is that we don't make

If we desire 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

"…."

that in itself will make changes that are significant. I suppose it

what I've been trying to say."

we go. For

the hands of the lanky blonde and

Let's get to

watched this exchange with a sad smile on

bit teary, you

wish my own Master was still

moment, there

Then—