At the top of the Magic Tower, Theresa the Great Fairy watched as the old grandmother in blue robes traced time backward, and the scenes and voices of Landen, Ben Kaul, and Alexei during the day kept appearing.
The old lady asked a few casual questions, but did not stubbornly wait for Theresa's answers. She simply focused on reviewing what had happened that afternoon.
"Uh, I can't answer that for you." Theresa shrugged. "It's all the same to me."
"Of course it's all the same to you. But even if magic particles are similar to light waves, the wavelength of light still isn't something you can change just because you say so, much less magic elements." The old lady stopped the playback. Her hands continuously formed seals, and Magic Pattern formations appeared one after another around her. Small formations kept surging up around the edges of the enormous formation, one nested inside another, until more than thirty had encircled the area in an instant.
"Mm, this kind of reaction... could this really be a direction?" The old lady looked at the changes in the formations around her and kept muttering, "Perhaps they really can be analogized to photons, but there are still problems with the theoretical model."
The inside of the great formation kept changing. Its silver-white radiance gradually shifted into other colors—red, blue, green. As the formation changed, the lights atop the six slender towers, eighteen high towers, and forty-eight pinnacle towers outside the Magic Tower also flickered bright and dim.
"Mm..." Theresa could naturally tell that the person before her was probably at least a peak Legend, even if she was not a Demigod. Her aura was difficult to compare to even Ben Kaul's, so Theresa hurriedly said, "My Lady, I'll help you call the lord of this