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As a roar rang out from the depths of Calderón, Azik, far away on the Southern Continent, suddenly felt his vision blur.
He heard flowing river water. Black mist appeared around him like a veil, and a figure emerged behind layer upon layer of gauze curtains, exuding a heart-palpitating aura, as though death were already close at hand.
The black curtains were the boundary separating life and death, and the white dress and gold ornaments on the figure seemed like burial offerings for the dead.
"Father." Azik hurriedly bowed to the figure.
The figure did not respond to his gesture, asking in an ethereal voice:
"Where?"
"Where did you just go?"
"Your mystical connection appeared somewhere I could not sense..."
"Where were you and him?"
"Was it history? Did you appear in history? Who was summoning you from the past? Is he going to return from history too? Is that it?"
Something seems wrong with his condition... The barrage of questions caught Azik somewhat off guard. He patiently waited until the other party had finished asking everything, then organized his thoughts and began from the beginning:
"Yes, Father. Just now, I sensed my student summoning me. It should have been through a Seer's Historical Projection."
"So I answered him, but I do not know what he intended to do by summoning my past self."
"Historical Projection," the figure behind the curtains said slowly. "Historical Projection..."
The figure suddenly began moving, striding toward Azik Eggers. The black mist swayed gently like gauze in the wind. He came before Azik, and a gracefully shaped arm reached out through the curtains and seized his shoulder.
Azik's eyes widened abruptly. Before he could ask anything, Death pulled him behind the curtains.
In the real world, Azik, who had been reviewing documents and checking