「Holy Calendar Year 903, Month of Sprouting, day 4.」
「Golden Plains, Knowledge City Camelot.」
Inside the hotel room, the central fireplace burned fiercely. The firewood in the fireplace crackled as it burned, its warm waves dispelling the chill of early spring.
However, in a certain instant, the burning flames abruptly froze in place.
The gray-haired witch sitting on the sofa suddenly opened her eyes wide. Silvia's beautiful eyes flickered with a gray-silver brilliance.
A rich dusk surged around her, halting everything, whether the flow of the breeze or the transfer of heat in the air.
Around her, an illusory river of time coalesced and spiraled upwards. The normally placid river of time, at this moment, raged and roared like a torrent, churning violently.
Brother Shiayar... has he succeeded?
