The sky was a dull, hazy gray.
It was not that clouds were blocking out the sun and moon. It had been like this for a very long time.
"The radiance of the sun and moon has been extinguished... This hazy glow... seems to be emitted by a ring of flashing, floating creatures active in the atmosphere..."
Aaron stood before a stretch of ruins, where he could vaguely make out a road sign reading [Welcome to Romani].
This place should originally have been the border between Green Forest and the Romani Duchy.
But now, all he saw was desolation—an endless expanse of empty gray earth, without so much as a blade of vegetation.
The original checkpoint had likewise become ruins piled high with bricks and rubble.
"So this is the Eighth History... Has the apocalypse arrived?"
Aaron stared at a decayed bone in his hand and sank into thought.
Motula truly deserved his title as the Age Controller of 'Secrecy.' In the First History, he had swiftly located the coordinates and key leading to the Eighth History.
Only... this time, the 'key' was somewhat unusual. That traveler through the histories had died long ago, so Aaron could only make do with one section of the man's bone.
Fortunately, with Motula, an Age Controller, giving his full support—and their aspects being compatible—they did not even need to hold a large-scale ritual to open the Gate of Multiple Histories, concealing everything to the utmost!
Not only that, Motula would also use the authority of 'Secrecy' to disguise Aaron as still being in the First History, buying sufficient time for the plan.
"But... why has the world of the Eighth History suffered an apocalypse?"
Aaron felt that this mystery could not be solved for now. "First... I need to find survivors!"
At that