'If that were true, then at this moment, in the year 487 of the Crystal Era, this Shell Ship should still be buried deep beneath some unknown stratum, waiting for the Duraga of the distant future to discover it.'
'His return to the "past" might have triggered a "butterfly effect," but he had only been here for a little over a month, and he hadn't even left this border region.'
'How could he, in such a short time, have directly caused a creation buried deep underground for countless ages to be unearthed "ahead of time" and appear at this auction?'
'The logic had a chasm that was impossible to bridge.'
At this thought, Roland tuned out the surrounding whispers, a mixture of greed, wariness, and appraisal.
He turned slightly, his gaze landing on Holland, who was craning his neck and staring at the Shell Ship in utter amazement.
"Holland."
Roland's calm voice cut through his thoughts.
"Where is the Broken Star Sea?"
