Although Harley had easily figured out the hourglass's abilities, her expression remained grave.
After all, this matter was riddled with doubts.
For one thing, whether it was the rebooting ability of the Pathway of Fate or the time-related abilities of the Marauder Pathway, only major figures at Sequence 2 or even Sequence One could use them.
Yet an ordinary third-year student had effortlessly acquired such a high-level alchemical item.
It was hard not to suspect that something was wrong.
After a moment's thought, Harley's long hair floated up behind her as she decided to risk examining the hourglass in her hands.
Green light poured from the Magic Mirror and flowed into the strand of hair at the very top of Harley's head.
The strand quickly grew until it hung beside the hourglass.
Harley carefully manipulated it, laying the strand against the hourglass and trying to investigate it without damaging the object itself.
Ripples spread across the hourglass's glass surface. A moment later, Harley drew back the strand, her face filled with shock.
At the same time, every grain of sand inside the hourglass changed shape.
A closer look revealed that each grain seemed to be a tiny, ancient clock.
The clocks were divided into twelve sections. Some were gray-white, others bluish-black, each shade clearly distinct, and faint symbols appeared on them.
An invisible power brewed within, as if it had crossed the long span of history and was about to follow the river of history onward.
For some reason, Harley thought of the Angel of Time who had once hunted her: the Blasphemer, Amon.
Back then, in a district of Backlund, Amon's avatar had suddenly grown much stronger for no apparent reason, and the number of avatars around them had inexplicably increased as well.
Harley even suspected that the poor