From the infinite summit of the lighthouse, Epherene stood staring into the sky, raising her head as though she could reach the stars.0

Swoooooosh…0

The celestial object descending from a dizzying, distant height was captured on Epherene’s retina, sinking in her mind like a pebble in a pond. It would have been a lie to say she wasn't afraid or wasn't certain, for her body was too honest to allow her to even manage her deception.0

My fingers keep trembling, I keep scratching at the sleeves of my robe, and my heart is pounding, Epherene thought.0

"There is no need to worry."0

Nevertheless, Epherene held onto her resolve, for now she believed in herself—the one who stood here now, the one in the past she had yet to meet, and in Deculein who was with her—and she believed in the Epherene who would surely win and rush to Lokralen to be with them...0

"... Everything's all ready now, you know?" Epherene continued, deliberately sounding energetic.0

Hummmm—0

As if on cue, the Telekinesis—most magnificently realized through Deculein’s heart as its medium—moved everyone in this world, transporting all life to the outer edge of the world, into the canvas. 0

Particles of mana blossomed across the horizon, and Epherene could see people being rescued without her knowledge while the very precipice of destruction stood at their doorstep.0

Craaaaaaack—0

Meanwhile, the lighthouse was freezing, and those contained within the outer edge of the world would be frozen by the knight who served as the link between the continent and the edge—Yulie—until the lifespan of the outer edge of the world was exhausted.0

“You see, time is a rather convenient and subjective one.”0

Of course, it could take ten thousand years until then, or perhaps even twenty thousand.0

"It's like when you're asleep, and you feel as if time has paused."0

However, if that time could not be perceived, if its flow was unknown, then that time would cease to be time, as time was merely dependent on one's interpretation and awareness.0

“I have plenty...0