In the bastion of the ivory tower, in the very top room, a group of people had gathered, enjoying each other's company.
At the table sat the gray-haired girl, Nethis, the Changing Star, Saint of the Valor clan.
Next to her sat the blind girl, Song of the Fallen, Cassia.
Also seated were Saint Nightingale, Wolfborn, Affina, and the Soul Reaper, Jet.
Nethis, wearing an apron, carried several plates with simple-looking dishes that exuded a wonderful aroma.
A cozy atmosphere reigned, with jokes and trivial discussions.
The conversation gradually shifted to more serious topics: the approaching war with the Song clan.
They talked at length about their future, how the war would end, and what would happen next.
After the discussion, when everyone had already risen from their seats and were about to leave, the blind girl spoke.
Could you stay a little longer? Anything you'd like to share?
Stunned, everyone sat back down, expecting it to be no secret that something was wrong with the blind seer.
Hmm...
As soon as Cassie collected her thoughts and tried to speak, something changed in the room.
All the saints felt a certain power, and before they could react, a bright light appeared beneath them, and everyone began to disappear one by one.
Only empty plates remained.
After a while, in an unknown location resembling a movie theater, a multitude of lights emerged from underground, and people began to appear one by one before anyone could react; a few phrases flashed on the white screen.
[Welcome to the film about destiny.]
[Learn the story of a forgotten friend, brother, and lover.]
Words flashed on the screen, and everyone present began to look around,
trying to comprehend what had just happened.
To kidnap saints without their knowledge, some entity must be very powerful.
At least sacred, if not higher.
Some tried to summon memories and use the aspect, but it was all to no avail.
Their aspect essence was all sealed away.
Even the sea of souls was inaccessible.
Nefys glanced at her group, and a sense of confusion was evident on their faces.
And as if reading her silent question, everyone began shaking their heads.
"Yes, we also can't use the aspect or recall memories."
And realizing the problem, she turned her gaze to the blind seer. But understanding Nefys's thoughts, Cassia shook her head.
"No, it seems I can see, but it's a little strange...
It's as if I've forgotten not to be blind—as if I've been given invisible eyes."
Nefis's shoulders slumped as a slow sigh escaped her lips.
When everyone came to their senses, Nefis and her group looked around, realizing they weren't alone.
There were several other groups of people.
A broad-shouldered man with an aura of authority stepped into the center, slowly surveying everyone present. He began:
"Greetings to all of you. My name is Daeron, the Twilight King and leader of the Twilight People, the children of the Storm God."
Everyone listened, focused on their situation.
"It seems some entity has brought us here for some purpose, and we find ourselves in a situation where we need to act together—first, it would be good for everyone present to introduce themselves."
"Phahahahah, truly the funniest thing I've ever heard."