"What are you saying?" a boy asked his friend as they walked along a quiet street in the lower district.
"I'm telling the truth. There is an artifact that shows the football game," his friend replied without hesitation.
He was a thin boy with short, fiery red hair that stood slightly on end, as though it reflected his restless nature.
His eyes blazed with anticipation and barely contained excitement as he spoke, his hands moving animatedly while describing the mysterious artifact.
Every word spilled out faster than the last, as if he feared his friend might interrupt or dismiss him before he could finish.
"Are you telling the truth?" his friend asked again, his eyes widening with open skepticism.
An artifact that could show something that had already happened in the past. How was that even possible?
Even the powerful clans and prestigious sects did not possess such miraculous objects. Image crystals existed, yes, but they were crude, expensive, and limited.
