Core Ling Rune—Innocence, Miracle—Eternity, Enlightenment—Mind, Whisper—beginning, Enlightenment—dust.
Above the Thirteenth Ring of Fate, five Spirit Runes connected as one. As the pure white radiance further spread through this dark world, even the Red Butterflies constantly clashing with the undeads' black streams of light in the sky revealed scenes within the white world that were none other than present-day Vesta City.
Shade had asked Emilia about her Low-Ring Words of Sublimation long ago. Such things were private to every Ring Arcanist—probably even more private than the style of underwear they wore that day—but the little elf had been happy to share them with Shade.
Before tonight's final battle, everyone had prepared the corresponding potions and ritual symbols for using the Words of Sublimation. Because of the Elven Royal Authority, the elf could offset some of the backlash from using them. Shade simply had not expected that she would truly make up her mind to use it.
The bustling cityscape gradually overlaid the dark city, but Thomas Bennett's Words of Sublimation, which reversed time through the "Time Transfer Station," caused the expanding pure white scenery to gradually halt and even begin to contract inward.
Since neither side's Words of Sublimation were offensive in nature, their collision was silent. Only at the chaotic boundary where darkness met pure white did the clash of Spirit and Elements produce indescribably bizarre colors.
And the moment Thomas Bennett turned his gaze toward that expanse of pure white scenery from the sky, the true power of the elf's low-ring Words of Sublimation appeared.
Within the white light, the middle-aged man seemed to suddenly see his younger self, and a flood of memories of the past surged into his heart. Thinking it was a mental attack, he hurriedly focused his mind and cast aside those distracting thoughts. But