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.

bright smile as the first day—five years

of the second

in his tone, but he hid it all in the bravado he

brown eyes. He was of average looks, but his

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

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

received in order to save the life of the comrade next to

as she began to

observing the runic language that covered the walls of

so that meant

power to

have to do lies over there. With that Magic Circle."

surrounded the stage, and rune-like depictions warbled

think?" Rey responded, raising one

the room rushed towards the altar, and Lucielle

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

can control how far back we

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

the

It's the

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

member of the trio. He silently watched everything, unable to contribute even a word to the conversation. He had an oddly cut yellow

so he often bowed his head to hide

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

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

your point is that we don't make

change this outcome, we need to make changes. We just can't make significant ones except at given points in time, so

"…."

present, by going to the past… that in itself will make changes that are significant. I suppose it is unavoidable." Lucielle muttered, finally

I've been trying to say." Rey

as we go. For now, it's

lanky blonde and pulled

Let's get

to beam, and Rey watched this exchange with a sad smile on

and Disciple relationship makes me a bit teary, you

wish my own Master

a moment, there was

Then—