Shi Tianyi jolted awake from his daze. The coffee in his cup had already gone cold. The afternoon carried a trace of irritability; even with the shop's air conditioning blasting, it still lingered.
Several classmates beside him were chatting and laughing, yet he kept feeling that something was off, as if something had stolen his time.
But no matter how hard he tried to recall it, he could not remember where that strange feeling had come from.
That evening, though, he saw reports of a massive earthquake overseas, followed by a volcanic eruption. Half a continent had directly gone out of contact.
Without question, it was not only Shi Tianyi who had forgotten something. An entire world had forgotten something. Only a very small number of extraordinary beings still remembered the whole sequence of events.
At Sanctuary, Kido Saori had already returned. By the time Zhao Cheng reached Hades's palace, Hades's divinity had already fled in advance, returning to Mount Olympus. Only an empty shell remained in the human world.
Hades fleeing and her returning to normal life should undoubtedly have been a good thing, but the entire process had been too absurd for her to feel any real sense of it.
Elsewhere, the Rising Wind Squad had already scattered and fled. Two members of the Rising Wind Squad had even gone far into the stars, drifting through space.
Yet whether they were adrift in space or hiding on Earth, they encountered not the slightest obstruction.
There were no accidents caused by the environment—what was known as the world's will rejecting them, like something out of Final Destination—nor were there any pursuits by powerful enemies.
The mission issued by the battlefield days ago was like an illusion.
Yet the more peaceful things were, the less at ease the Rising Wind