Shadow of the Old Days Following the main perspective of this unknown ancient being, Anvis's gaze left the corridor and entered the basement of the collapsed house from earlier.
Unlike the desolate ruins millions of years later, the surrounding walls and furnishings were new and bright at this time, as if they had only recently been built.
"Antinoya, is that you?"
As though she had heard some unusual movement in the basement, a beautiful, melodious voice like crystal wind chimes drifted over.
The small hatch at the top of the basement was pulled open, and a petite elf girl stood adorably in the doorway, backlit by the light.
High Elven Language? Anvis's heart tightened slightly.
Though its name differed from Elven Language by only a little, this was a genuine ancient magical language.
"Why are you so late today?"
The moment she saw the figure of 'Anvis,' the girl immediately revealed a delighted expression.
She raised a hand to brush aside her loose, lightly curled pale-golden hair. Her two delicate, fair pointed ears twitched as she hurried over and threw herself into his arms, giving him an enthusiastic hug.
Unfortunately, he felt nothing—the Stone Tablet had only synchronized sight and hearing.
The instant the elf girl entered his field of vision, Anvis keenly noticed something strange.
There was an unusual aura around her, one that seemed somewhat out of place in the entire environment.
There was no mistaking it. That aura... belonged to Pekala.
So, the perspective each person received was different? "Stop fooling around, Miyali—"
The girl called Antinoya spoke softly, her tone carrying a trace of distress and shyness.
Yet she did not pull away from the girl's embrace. Instead, she merely raised a small hand and gently stroked her pale-golden hair.
From the perspective, 'Antinoya' was a