Countless dazzling streams of light surged from Angelia's palm, as if they had been granted life.
They wound and spiraled,
interweaving with one another,
and in an instant became a rain of light that transcended time and space, brimming with memories.
Every "raindrop" resembled a miniature star, radiating a cold blue-white glow, with countless images flickering within:
They were the tombstones of past civilizations, the footprints of pioneers exploring the cosmos, the reluctant farewells between lovers, and the lonely silhouettes of the defeated.
All these scenes bore the weight of one era after another.
At last,
they flowed freely through this cold, desolate corner of the universe, growing ever more turbulent until they gradually enveloped the entire massive ring structure.
And when she saw this scene,
Sloth Witch Afala suddenly realized that her Spiritual Energy Trait, which had remained stagnant for so long, had finally begun to loosen:
"Dreams,
really should awaken."
And at that very moment.
Third Era.
At the site of a massive Dawn sanctuary several Light-years away from Aquarius,
the cardinal who should have been maintaining the brain-computer ritual at the Silver Star Ring had also appeared there.
The reason for his presence was not difficult to guess:
Clearly, this meeting had been convened at short notice to address the crisis at Space Station 47.
In other words,
this was precisely why Su Wen had seen only two Witches at the Silver Star Ring.
Excluding the seven Witches, including Number One, who had vanished for inexplicable reasons such as wandering the star realm, crossing the Border Gate, or immersing themselves in Spiritual Energy research,
the Twelve-Person Council's Number Two, the Star Pillow Witch, had taken all the Witches except Storm and Sloth out to exert pressure over this matter.
As for why she had not taken those