Now, the ground had turned transparent, making the scene below clearly visible.
Yet what they saw was not the sight beneath the Empty Mirror Sea, but still the surface of the Empty Mirror Sea—a reflection upon a mirror.
The difference from reflections elsewhere was that the reflection covered by Heart Space was protected by the mysterious power outside. It had not been shattered by the waves and had remained intact all along.
In other words, so long as Heart Space did not move, they could continuously observe everything happening within the reflection before them.
The reflection here was a scene from somewhere in reality cast onto a mirror. Or rather, it was the temporal imprint of a certain mirror.
Watching everything within the reflection was equivalent to seeing the traces left behind during the span of time in which that mirror had existed.
The mirror they were now seeing contained every memory it had reflected throughout its existence—
From the reflection, it was clear that this was a mirror placed on a balcony, facing the dining table of a wealthy household.
However, there was no one visible in the mirror at the moment. It was probably not yet mealtime.
Just as Angel thought they might have to wait a long while before seeing anyone reflected in the mirror, Laplace tapped the air with a finger, and a force flowed into the reflection.
The reflection within the mirror seemed to enter time acceleration. In merely half a second, Angel saw several people take their seats at the table.
Judging by their attire, they appeared to be a small family: parents and three children.
They ate happily at the table, chatting with one another, the scene brimming with warmth.
Time acceleration did not stop, and the reflection changed swiftly. The only thing