Fifteen days later, a new year arrived.
All of Arther Star had already plunged into a state of celebration. From commoners to the wealthy, everyone lit fireworks of varying shapes and hues. But—
If one shifted their view toward the Star Lord's estate, they would find that neither the estate nor the central district had ignited even a single firework.Why?Naturally, because of our protagonist, Anvis.
Upon the detection platform, young Anvis sat drowsily at its center, surrounded by layers upon layers of spell formations. Encircling the formations stood a group of black-robed prophets. Embroidered upon the center of each robe was the star map of the Suosang Star Cluster.
"Report: the twin moons have reached the designated position. Estimated deviation in three minutes and fifty-eight seconds."
"Report: the Fourth Young Master's condition has reached acceptable parameters. Estimated stable duration: one minute and thirty-eight seconds."
The prophets relayed updates one after another. The pressure radiating from the leader standing at their head was so immense that the other prophets felt it simply from his presence.
"The ritual begins."
The leader withdrew a crystal radiating constant orange-yellow light. With a gentle upward toss, the spell formation erupted in a brilliant blaze.
At the instant the formation burst into radiance, the prophets immediately began chanting obscure incantations.
Anyone able to see through the blinding light to Anvis at its heart would have witnessed countless strange glimmers flickering around him. Each flicker lasted no more than five seconds before being absorbed into his small body.
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(lol and bruh)