'What just happened?'
Westheid was momentarily confused. Just then, he saw the Master of Extinction sitting on a brass throne in the darkness, quietly gazing at him.
The voice that reached his mind was still as deep, somber, and sorrowful as before:
[My love, do you remember?]
[The day before was the last day I felt happiness, for this very reason.]
[Because on that day, I lost you.]
"...I see. Of all the times for this to happen."
Westheid calmed down and thought for a moment, finally understanding what had occurred.
Temporal Chaos was a purely disordered maelstrom. It was quite common for people swept into the past to be pulled out at any given moment.
He just hadn't expected the timing to be so coincidental. Westheid felt it was a pity; he could have personally presided over an Ascension Ceremony.
As for what happened to him afterward, he probably wouldn't find the answer in the Master of Extinction's memories.
"So what happened next?"
