That familiar voice made everyone's expression change abruptly, as if they'd been plunged into an icy abyss.
What happened next nearly froze the blood in their veins.
Before their eyes, the stone slabs shattered by the fierce battle, the bookshelves pulverized into dust, the scorched and cracked ground, and even the lingering dust and embers of Energy in the air...
Everything began to "rewind" at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a film played in reverse.
Shards of debris flew backward and reassembled, cracks sealed themselves shut, scorch marks faded, and dust settled...
In the span of just a few breaths, the utterly wrecked front hall of the Morning Star Archive had returned to the same pristine, solemn, and undamaged state it was in when they first entered.
When they looked up...
Yemiga was still standing there, his posture erect and not a speck of dust on him.
