Early autumn, deep into the night.
The bright moon hung high, illuminating the vast and boundless Sea of Stars.
The evening breeze of the Month of Fertility ca from the Far North of the Three Sages Snow Mountain, brushing across the endless forest sea of the Golden Plains, and crossing over the Grant Sea.
At last, it reached the Empire Capital of Fresta, within the Sacred City Calot.
In the suburbs of the Empire Capital stood a pure white tower.
Theoretically, the main tower of the White Tower was supposed to be situated on the Golden Plains, so this tower in the Empire Capital could only be considered a branch tower of the White Tower.
However, because Silvia, the Tower Master, resided here permanently and had even utilized her Rank to forcibly cut out and move the Eternal Slumber Plane that was originally located in the main tower...
Gradually, the branch tower of the White Tower in the Empire Capital also developed and grew, even showing signs of rivaling the main tower.
Regarding this, Isveytan, who was nominally the Deputy Tower Master but in fact took full responsibility for the White Tower’s affairs due to Silvia being a hands-off leader, could only feel a bittersweet mix of pain and joy.
Shiayar and Silvia were sitting atop a high wall constructed from chalky boulders.
The strong wind fluttered the corners of Shiayar’s clothing and also lifted strands of beautiful gray-silver hair from the witch beside him.
Shiayar reached out and helped her tidy the long hair that the wind had tousled.
"Today’s wind is quite boisterous," he remarked.
Silvia let Shiayar comb her hair, gazing at the stars high above as she blinked.
For Silvia, this was a long-lost experience.
Although the two had actually t in the real tiline long ago, it wasn’t until Shiayar returned from the Imaginary Zone this ti that Silvia felt their relationship had truly returned to how it once was.
She was no longer the high and mighty White Tower Master, the Gray-Silver Witch—she was rely the carefree little girl beside Brother Shiayar.
In the quiet night, without a trace of worry or sorrow, looking up at the starry sky in the courtyard with the boy, listening to him explain the origins and legends of each constellation, hearing about the Moon Fairy, and the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl eting again on the magpie bridge... Simple, yet so fulfilling. And now, that wonderful ti had once again co to her. It made her feel a little dreamy and unreal, as if imrsed in it, yet it did not seem true.
Silvia held up a small notebook for Shiayar to see. It read, "The moonlight is exquisite tonight."
"Silvia Babe, you’re getting better and better at catching the drift," Shiayar said, a smile touching his lips as he looked at the line of graceful handwriting.
He stood up and patted the girl’s head. "I observed the celestial signs. Tonight is an auspicious on for a long journey."
Silvia paused for a mont, then wrote on Shiayar’s palm with her cool fingers, "Are you setting off?"
"Mhm, my Spiritual Intuition is quite good today."
Shiayar nodded.
For Transcendents at or above the Legendary rank, Spiritual Intuition was a very real thing.
Otherwise, there wouldn’t be existences like the Serpent of Destiny, or Skills such as divination and prophecy.
"I plan to enter now. Silvia Babe, please inform Ennie for later."
"Although, based on past experiences entering an Echo of History, I can generally return in a very short amount of real ti—"
"But this ti, I’m going to the First Era. It’s too far back, and no one can be sure of the exact situation."
"Mhm," Silvia conveyed, nodding.
Seeing the white-haired girl beside him nod, Shiayar no longer hesitated.
His mind stirred slightly.
The next mont, everything around him—whether it was the howling evening wind on the high wall or the flowing moonlight—all condensed into nothingness.
「...」
This entry into the Echo of History was yet another distinctly different experience.
With Shiayar’s current level and Rank, he was already able to perceive the passage of ti and even slightly sense the flow of the river of history.
He felt the surrounding scenes changing like colorful, flowing streams of light.
The mid-Fourth Epoch: the brief outbreak on Calamity Land.
The End of the Third Era: the Golden King establishing the Dawn Church in Florence and inaugurating the Holy Calendar.
The Second Era and Third Era: though his true form was hidden in the Astral Realm, the deity still spread his majesty across the land through his blood descendants and followers, with the Angel Family and the Divine Kingdom standing coeval.
In an instant, it was as if myriad, dazzling torrents of starlight surged across the night sky.
Then they rged, collided.
Until all the starlight converged at the very origin—
And everything returned to the true Eternal Night.
「...」
[You have stepped into the vortex of history.]
[Because of the interference of your 7th Soul Pact, "rcury Serpent," the originally designated mission target has been canceled.]
[Sands of Ti rewards will be distributed in real-ti based on the changes you make to the fate lines in the First Era.]
[Current ti coordinate—The First Era.]
[This is the beginning of Human history on the Western Continent, the origin of Magic, Wizards, and civilization.]
[It is also the ti when the stars first blazed forth.]
「...」
Unlike past missions with clear objectives, the text displayed on the azure holographic screen in Shiayar’s mind this ti was quite enigmatic.
"Finally not forcing to play the villain anymore, are you?" Shiayar couldn’t help but snort inwardly.
Of course, he had made up his mind this ti; even if the system tempted him to pull any more stunts, Shiayar absolutely wouldn’t do it again.
He didn’t want to experience another fiasco like Isadella’s.
After all, with his decade of grounding in the Garden of Eden, ordinary rewards were no longer significant to Shiayar.
His determination to explore the First Era was solely to find a way to reunite with his Master.
Beyond that, Shiayar wasn’t planning to create any further complications.
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