Chinese!
Charlotte's gaze imdiately froze.
The first thought that flashed through her mind was that this letter might have been left by Lilith.
However, this idea had obvious flaws.
Lilith knew she was an Outer Heaven Guest, but might not know exactly where she ca from, and... the other party had never used Chinese to communicate with her.
Of course, this possibility couldn't be completely ruled out, but compared to Lilith, Charlotte subconsciously leaned towards another sowhat outrageous idea.
Chinese...
Intentionally using these characters seed more like a hint, a reminder.
Thinking of this, Charlotte looked at the envelope, or more accurately, at the iconic thorny rose pattern on the envelope.
Her expression beca subtly nuanced, and so speculation arose in her heart:
Could it be... I wrote this to myself?
This was not impossible.
The Blood Holy Scripture had the power to cross history, and there were still considerable gaps in the historical tiline.
If it were said that this was left by the future Charlotte who once again crossed history, it was indeed very likely.
But Charlotte also had doubts.
Lilith had once said that history that had already happened couldn't be changed.
This introduced a contradiction.
Since this envelope already existed here, it ant that if it was indeed left by her future self, then the future Charlotte who traveled back in ti had genuinely written this letter.
Which ans this was already a part of historical events.
But for now, Charlotte had not yet undertaken a new crossing, and the blurred part of history in the tiline also had not been completed.
Could it be that the uncompleted history was also "already happened" history?
Charlotte frowned slightly.
After a slight contemplation, she invoked divine power to open the envelope.
Inside the envelope was only a single old parchnt, blank, with nothing written on it.
However, Charlotte sensed a familiar power upon it.
Her thoughts stirred, divine power circulated, and a crimson glow enveloped the parchnt, and in the next mont, the parchnt also blossod with a crimson glow.
Blood Divine Power!
Charlotte's heart stirred slightly.
The familiar divine power interwove, and a sealed ssage on the parchnt rose, pouring into Charlotte's mind with a roar...
...
In a solemn castle, a brown-haired woman in the robe of the Nais Clan saluted respectfully toward a silver-haired, red-eyed girl.
In the ancient and ti-worn Divine Hall, cloaked elves continuously prayed towards the altar marked with the sun, golden radiance soared into the sky.
Collapsing buildings, crumbling cities.
Thick black smoke billowed, and blazing flas burned across the earth, while a knight enshrouded in black flas charged with a lance, clashing against the silver-armored army.
The banner of the New Moon fluttered in the wind, hung behind the black knight, while the grotesque and fearso mutated warhorse lifted its hoof, trampling the banners of the eagle and lilac.
The Holy Royal Court Church burned in flas, as the priests engulfed in flas displayed expressions of fanaticism and heat, with exaggerated smiles on their faces as they incessantly worshiped towards the sky, until consud by the fire...
The ground was piled with bones, forming mountains, where beings whose nas Charlotte could call lay, like offerings.
Sebastian, Nisi, Badak, Albrecht...
They lay in pools of blood, their eyes hollow, with black markings spreading endlessly upon their bodies.
And at the peak of the hill of corpses.
A blood-soaked girl knelt with a sword resting on the ground, with the Blood Moon high and dimly looming overhead.
The golden sword bearing the Roman emblem in her hand was covered with cracks, broken in half, and her silver hair was almost completely dyed red with blood.
She lifted her head, her golden-red eyes filled with anger, with a kind of inescapable sorrow within the wrath...
Above the sky.
It was not night but a bizarre state of day and night coexisting.
The sun was gone, replaced by a massive eye, its pupil deep black, surrounded by a shining light like that of the sun, exuding an aura that made even deities tremble, both divine and sinister.
A gigantic rift almost split the sky into halves, tearing through the firmant like a curtain, one day one night, the radiant galaxy faintly visible in the cleft.
Golden and black light interwove, casting over the earth, spreading a pale halo that stripped the surface of all vitality.
Trees withered, rivers dried up, birds and beasts collapsed into dust, while people incessantly worshiping towards the sky maintained their last frenzied stances, turning into piles of white bones...
The girl's hands trembled, and the golden and black light continued to spread, climbing up her body along the hill of corpses.
A pale light spread across her body, her lips slightly parted, eventually decisively raising her broken sword, stabbing into her own chest.
Her petite body burst into a crimson glow, and then fractures spread, shattering with a crash, transforming into scattered rose petals drifting in the wind.
Only a broken sword and a hefty to impaled by the sword remained, falling onto the hill of bones.
The last petal fell upon the to, which also shattered into scattered radiance...
In the darkness, ancient letters familiar to Charlotte also arose:
The predetermined history cannot be changed,
The end of fate will eventually arrive.
...
The next mont, the image dissipated.
...
Charlotte suddenly awoke, her right hand holding the letter trembling slightly.
Her breathing was sowhat rapid, and her expression was a mix of doubt and uncertainty:
"Was that just now... ? Did I... eventually fail?"
She looked incredulously at the letter in her hand, and a surge of waves rose in her heart:
"War, destruction, death..."
"Were those scenes from the past, mories of '' from a previous life, or... are they fragnts of the future?"
Charlotte hesitantly rubbed the letter, and the Blood Divine Power slowly spread.
Feeling the lingering divine power fluctuations on the letter, her heart stirred slightly:
"This aura... has the scent of Observation, it should be a kind of premonition image."
"The power of Observation is foresight, is this... my future?"
"But it doesn't seem to be entirely the power of Observation, as if sothing else has been integrated."
Charlotte looked hesitant, then once again injected Blood Divine Power into the letter, wanting to summon the image sealed within it once more.
However, this ti she failed. The image sealed in the letter was evidently a one-ti use. After she unsealed and viewed it, it completely disappeared.
As if everything that had just happened never took place, the letter in her hand had beco an ordinary blank piece of paper.
Taking a deep breath, Charlotte put the letter down.
And when she looked at the envelope, she was once again stunned.
Unknowingly, the Chinese characters on the envelope had disappeared, replaced by a segnt of elegant and beautiful text written in the common language of the continent:
The predetermined history cannot be changed, the end of fate will eventually arrive.
Charlotte was slightly taken aback.
She wasn't unfamiliar with this handwriting, even though she had avoided writing it while crossing history, she had seen the script of Lilith approving docunts in the past.
That was Lilith's handwriting.
And when Charlotte looked again, this text also vanished, and the envelope... also turned into an ordinary, spotless blank envelope.
"And Lilith's handiwork?"
Charlotte grew increasingly uncertain.
She carefully sensed the lingering power on the envelope, pondering:
"It's a True God level handiwork, much more advanced than my newly ascended rank, and... it's also Blood Divine Power."
"The kind of power that leaves no trace must be left by a senior true god of the Sun God's level, not by ordinary mythology."
"Could it be... that Lilith hasn't completely fallen, but is still hidden sowhere, observing history, predicting the future, and sending warnings?"
Charlotte's expression grew grave as she recalled the fragnts she had just seen.
The girl in those fragnts was undoubtedly herself; be it appearance or power, and the marked thorny rose Holy Emblem... clearly, that was her.
Although the images flickered swiftly, she still gleaned many things.
The elves praying at the altar were worshipping the Sun God, Sun God Helios... perhaps he hadn't fallen after all!
War had erupted between the New Moon Kingdom and the Falling Star Kingdom, and the New Moon Kingdom seed to have gained 'Fallen' power, dealing a disastrous blow to the Falling Star Kingdom.
The crumbling city in the image was none other than the Royal Capital of the Falling Star Kingdom, evidently leading to its downfall.
She seed to have been engulfed in a bloodthirsty God War, with all her followers dying in battle, leaving her alone.
Thinking of this, Charlotte recalled the enormous eye in the sky from the fragnts.
"That is not an ordinary eye; it is... the sun of the Mireya World!"
"That aura is terrifying, even the True Gods pale in comparison... that must be the eye of the Creator God!"
"It aligns with Mireya's creation mythology, where the Creator God sacrificed his power to the world, and an eye beca the light of the sun and moon..."
"Which ans, the Creator God finally awoke."
"But his aura is evidently wrong, that sinister feeling... he must have been polluted by nurous attempts of mythology encroachnts on the Creation Authority..."
"He has revived, he has devoured all the life on the Mireya Continent."
Recalling the terrifying scenes from her mory, Charlotte felt her scalp tingle.
She rubbed the noticeably aged letter, took a deep breath, and summoned the Great Elder of the Salem Clan, Drado.
"Your Majesty the True Ancestor! May I ask what you command?"
Drado bowed respectfully to Charlotte.
Suppressing the turbulent waves within her heart, Charlotte lightly exhaled and raised the envelope in her hand:
"How long has this letter been here?"
"Letter?"
Drado looked utterly confused.
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