After five additional years— the year 440 after the Coronation— the Middle Sector, Unit 100.
Caesar narrowed his brows slightly. Inside a vast, dim, and hollow hall, no one was present but him and Leonid.
Caesar's gaze was fixed on one of the colossal walls, as if nothing else in existence was worthy of attention. Upon that wall a strange vision unfolded, shimmering like fragments of a forgotten epic. Among the figures moving inside that shimmering scene stood someone he recognized—Renara.
"You're saying this happened today?" Caesar asked, his voice low but firm, pointing toward the flowing vision before him.
"Correct. Just a few hours ago, to be exact," Leonid replied with a solemn nod. "The rituals and ceremonies are still ongoing even now."
Caesar exhaled slowly, his tone carrying the weight of restrained fury. "That girl… she has truly lost her mind."
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