The wreckage, dozens of meters in diameter, dragged a trail of thick smoke as it fell. The compressed air shrieked in a teeth-grating howl, while flashes of explosions kept bursting from its fractured surface.
Ausia did not evade it at all. She watched as it fell from the sky, passed through her body, and crashed into the ground.
It was like two parallel dimensions, unable to affect one another in any way.
Ausia lowered her head and looked at the ground beneath her feet.
The place she now stood was gradually overlapping with the impact caused by the explosion.
"Time's Reflection..."
Ausia murmured softly, recalling the academic term for the scene before her.
This was not the first time she had encountered such a sight.
Similar situations had occurred during the supernatural incidents she had handled before.
Of course, none had been anywhere near as shocking as what she was seeing now.
As its name suggested, Time's Reflection could be understood as a shadow left behind by the past.
Under normal circumstances, time was linear, like a ceaselessly surging river that flowed in only one direction, never to return.
Under certain fixed conditions, the river's erosion would leave traces upon its banks.
Those were Time's Reflections, afterimages of history that, through a twist of fate, could appear before the eyes of the living.
What Ausia did not understand was why a Time's Reflection had appeared here.
And when exactly had the events shown in that reflection taken place?
The war continued.
The scale of the Flesh Mountain Range was impossible to estimate. Even from this great distance, its diameter exceeded nearly a hundred kilometers, covering the entire plain.
The damage wrought by those weapons was utterly insignificant. The outcome of this war had long since been decided.
A black tide