Seeing the state of the King of Time, Freyja felt a bit embarrassed and shrank her head back: "I'm sorry... Even though you were annihilated, the appearance of the Time Heritage and the Eternal City will definitely attract many modern elves to follow your path. Although you were destroyed, you are not entirely gone and are sure to revive from the ashes!"
"Freyja!" Siflin pinched Meiwa's chubby thigh in anger: "Can you please stop talking!"
"The great Eternal City can only serve as embers, huh..." The King of Time smiled self-mockingly, "When I was a child, we elves and mages had a war in the area around the windmill. It is known in history as the Windmill Battle. Our high-ranking mages were almost wiped out in the Windmill Battle, and the Eternal City fell from its peak."
"I renamed this place 'Windmill Between' to urge myself to always remember the defeat of the Windmill Battle, to restore the glory of the elves, and to cleanse the shame of the windmill!"
