Dawn broke, though not completely. Outside the hotel window, thunder clashed with lightning. Even though it was early morning, grim, overcast clouds still shrouded the sky in darkness. The storm roared, and rainwater smashed against the window glass, transforming into winding streams as it rushed down.
Although it was morning by the clock, it was an exceptionally tiring moment for both Shiayar and Enola. Shiayar had just returned from a fierce battle within an Echo of History and then abruptly heard the shocking news that history itself had been tampered with. Enola, meanwhile, had stayed up all night watching over him, not closing her eyes once.
Silvia, however, felt no fatigue. With her Throne Level rank, merely retracing a small segment of time and past history was a piece of cake; she remained spirited and lively.
