Looking around, Elliot made out a few dilapidated stone pillars by the Lake.
They bore clear signs of weathering and had evidently stood for many years.
Something stirred in his mind. White light rose in his eyes as he activated [Spirit Vision].
The carvings on the pillars looked somewhat familiar.
Elliot knew little about archaeology. He had only ever seen one set of ruins-the one where Maeve had met with trouble.
As it happened, the patterns carved into these pillars resembled those there.
They were in precisely the style of the First Era's Cosmog Dynasty.
Elliot could not help frowning.
Weren't there Dream Creatures on the moon? Yet those ruins had held hairy monsters that had nothing whatsoever to do with Dream Creatures.
Thinking it over, Maeve's abilities were also related to lunar phases.
How strange. Could Dream Creatures and hairy monsters both come from the moon?
His gaze swept over the deeply weathered carvings.
Looking at the marks on the pillars, he suddenly felt that something was wrong.
The First Era was only a few decades ago. How could they have weathered this badly?
Even the Mythological Era before the eras began was only a few centuries ago.
These pillars look at least a thousand years old, and the environment here seems fairly stable. They might be even older.
Just how much history has been tampered with...?
Come to think of it, this year is 1208. What exactly marked the first year of this calendar?
The ritual slowly began. Elliot pushed his jumbled thoughts down and focused on the surface of the Lake.
The flowers and grasses surrounding the Lake had looked perfectly ordinary during the day, but at midnight, they suddenly sprouted rapidly and burst into bloom.
The full moon was already bright, and the flowers gave off