Mist-Delivery Potion

Magical Power was difficult to quantify, and so was luck—though luck was even more elusive.

Anton finally managed to cast a Restoration Charm and save the little girl, Julia Ashley, before a collapsing building crashed into the apartment block.

He carefully observed the Magical Power enveloping the surroundings and discovered that it had already changed drastically.

Before this, the people in the apartment block had been forced to leave, and every one of them had been in despair. Back then, the Collective Consciousness had been a gloomy, oppressive gray.

Now, with the Event Loop underway, every despairing mind had begun to stir, giving rise to countless terrible thoughts.

Destruction for the sake of venting, depravity, hurting others... even murder.

A dark red cluster of Magical Power and a dark green one had begun to form in the building, seeming to merge with their surroundings.

The human heart was a terrifying thing. Anton couldn't imagine what would become of the minds of those who had inflicted harm and those who had suffered it once the Event Loop ended.

After enduring this terrible, almost apocalyptic crisis, some people might yearn for peace more than ever. Others might unleash their nature completely—or, rather, let a terrible Animal Nature spread through them to the very core.

Would this place become Gotham?

Anton didn't know, but he knew this couldn't go on.

But putting that into practice was another problem. Simply and brutally stopping the Traces of Time spell wouldn't be enough to solve this.

He needed to handle everything with extreme care. First, he had to provide a Shelter. Then, all these people would need to undergo memory surgery.

He could set up a Shelter, but getting the enormous population of this City inside and providing them with food would require the Muggle authorities'