"..."
Looking at Duanmu Huai before them, both the Guardian clan and the pirate girl were completely dumbfounded.
After quite a while, Raymond finally spoke in a trembling voice.
"P-please, what... what do you mean by that?"
"I don't know how much you can understand, so I'll explain it directly."
Duanmu Huai tapped the keyboard and opened the gate to Airlock One, while looking toward the others.
"This world of yours once belonged to the Empire. Back then, the Mechanicus Sect controlled this world. Later, something happened. The Empire ran into trouble and lost contact with this world. I don't know what happened to you after that, but I've come here to reclaim this world, as well as the Mechanicus Sect's legacy left here—Levatiel."
"..."
Although Duanmu Huai had explained everything clearly, everyone present—even the Saintess wearing a helmet—stood there with their mouths hanging open, looking as if their eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. It was no wonder they were so shocked. The history of this world's past had been reduced to myths and legends. The only thing they remembered was that this world had once been prosperous, peaceful, and flourishing. Then, because of wars and disasters, the land was destroyed, and the surviving people could only hide in the Magic Tower under the guidance of the God of Creation. After that, they created the Floating Islands and began a new era...
That's right. As far as Raymond was concerned, recorded history only began from that point onward. The myths and legends before that did not even qualify as the era of the Three Emperors and Five Sovereigns—they went straight back to Pangu creating the heavens and the earth.
And now, the person standing before them was actually an existence who had walked out of the