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Eugene used the Draconic spell many more times afterward but to no avail.
The first time he used the locating spell, he had heard muffled screams and sobbing, followed by a final thud.
Would things be different when they neared the Solgalta Sea, closer to Agaroth's holy grounds?
Eugene couldn't rely solely on hope. The revelation from Agaroth and the memories seen through the ring spoke of times long past, a period before Eugene or Hamel existed; it spoke of the time known as the Age of Myth.
He was curious about its true nature. Yet, with his curiosity came an undeniable fear, for the revelation and memories he had seen were harrowing.
He had witnessed endless mountains of corpses, waves that engulfed everything, and a world swallowed by mist, turning it pale and distant. To Eugene, that spectacle seemed like the end of something grand — perhaps a city, possibly a nation, or maybe even an era. Such things were beyond his comprehension.
Three centuries ago, Vermouth and his comrades battled the Demon Kings. But what if they had not confronted them then? What if they had failed to defeat the Demon Kings? What might have become of this age?
It wasn’t clear why the Demon Kings had invaded the continent. Eugene didn’t know their intentions. However, Eugene could not help but think that the Demon...
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