Then the [Echoes of History] completely dissipated, and Byron's right eye went black, seemingly due to excessive strain it became blind.
However, external injuries are not wounds for him.
Immediately, a red divine aura emanated from the eye socket, and the [Creation] authority automatically repaired the blind right eye to its original state.
Byron paid no attention to these trivial matters, his expression was dazed as he mused over the sentence just spoken:
"Come and find me? Was this directed at me, or at the Mercurius on the relief?
Although it seems absurd, I do feel as if he was speaking to me, due to that distinctly familiar appearance, that Seventh Order True God seems to be... but how is this possible?"
[Echoes of History] essentially resembles watching a recording.
An image lingering only in historical fragments suddenly spoke to him, like a midnight horror ringing across dimensions to give him a call.
But what just occurred was more terrifying than midnight horror.
