The meeting was over.
As the Magic Runes from ages long past went out one after another, the large-scale projection summoning ritual that had been maintained in the wilderness for ten days began its reversal sequence. Brilliant curtains of light descended from the sky, dismantling the ancient, majestic Giant Stone Pillars and stone tables and chairs back into motes of magical light scattered between heaven and earth. Amid ethereal, pleasing resonance, the image of the Oathstone Ring gradually faded from everyone's line of sight, while the enormous square Rune Stone that had once sunk into the earth rose from the soil again, drawing the last remnants of radiance back within itself.
In the end, the Oathstone Ring returned to the world where it belonged. The elves began sorting out and recovering the Rune Stones and the facilities surrounding the venue. Representatives from various nations stood in an open space outside the site, watching the scene with solemn expressions. Every one of them was touched, more or less.
Camilla stood beside Wenna Bai Zhi. The pair of pointed ears atop the beastfolk leader's head twitched twice, and the fine fur at their tips trembled gently in the somewhat warm wind. She watched the Silver Empress perform some sort of ritual "salute" toward the Rune Stone with grave seriousness. Not far away, many people carrying magitech machines recorded every image at the scene. Camilla narrowed her eyes slightly and said softly, "We witnessed history..."
"No, we created history," Wenna shook her head. "Just as Gawain Cecil said, history is created by people, endured by people, recorded by people, and inherited by people—the turning point was born here, and soon it will reach every person."
"Only ten days have passed, yet you suddenly seem much more profound," Camilla said teasingly as she looked