When the future shatters into fragments of stars, the butterfly flaps its dreamlike wings, stirring up a breeze strong enough to ripple the waves of time, sending consciousness not belonging to this era back to the Origin Point—
Maya suddenly opened her eyes.
Before her eyes was still the floating hidden starry sky of the Observatory Hall.
But her consciousness still lingered in the previous fragments. Recalling that cruel scene, Maya's complexion turned slightly pale, and a faint cold sweat seeped out on her forehead.
"Maya Witch, are you okay?" A mental thread, carrying a concerned inquiry, came to Maya's side.
Maya looked up and found that the source of the mental thread came from Lapuye, the leader of the Crown Star Church. At this moment, he was looking at her from a distance with worried eyes.
Maya shook her head, signaled to Lapuye with her eyes that she was fine.
