The dizziness from passing through the space-time rift arrived as expected, but this time, the unusual feeling Jeming experienced was even clearer.
It wasn't just a simple "familiarity."
When the team behind him asked questions, when he raised his hand to show Artarius's orders, when the Sixth Level Wizard from the security forces flew over to question him...
Every moment, the scenes before his eyes seemed to perfectly overlay with some fuzzy silhouette in his mind.
He could even "anticipate" the tone of the next words from the other side, the subtle precursors of changes in the surrounding energy flow, and the exact moment the insect tide on the distant horizon was about to start wriggling.
This wasn't déjà vu; it was memory.
When he saw the two thousand somewhat bewildered support wizards behind him, the thought struck like lightning through the fog.
The cycle had been running many times; this was another beginning.
