The Strategy Team looked at one another, not knowing what to say.
After a moment, Malu asked in a trembling voice, "You saw it too?"
"What exactly was that?" Te Er was still immersed in the magnificent scene of the ancient dragon war. Gwyn's Sunlight Spear, brimming with overwhelming power, had left him utterly awestruck. The seemingly invincible immortal dragons had been like chickens and dogs before the Sunlight Spear. That level of strength was surely beyond legendary!
Leon looked at Delu. This dwarf was the most knowledgeable among them, because he was a mage—a proper mage with a degree certificate. The knowledge required just to earn that certification was enough to make an ordinary person's head spin.
Delu had no time to pay attention to his companions. He kept tugging at his beard and muttering, "That's not right, that's not right. Is history supposed to be like this?"
The history of this world had, in truth, been lost.
Even the Elven Grand Archives, which claimed to record thousands of years of history, actually contained only a little over a thousand years—two thousand at the absolute most.
It was said that two thousand years ago, the root cause of history's disappearance had been a Demon King. He had launched a war, a world-ending conflict that swept across the entire world.
How vast that war had been, how many forces had taken part, and what the Demon King and the Brave had been called—people today knew none of it.
All anyone knew was that after that battle, history had developed a blank gap. Prewar history seemed to have been erased by some mysterious force. All historical books had vanished without a trace; the wise dragon race and liches, who knew history and possessed long lifespans, had all disappeared; and the Elf