"Three months left, less than a hundred days."
The golden pocket watch's hands slowly turned, and the countdown had just lost another day.
A woman wearing a black eye patch and tight clothing closed the pocket watch, a strand of her pale purple hair playfully peeked out from her hood,
"I really want to see you."
The woman raised her head, and an elderly figure appeared before her eyes. Even after hundreds of years, the scenes of living with that figure remained vivid.
If it weren't for that person, she wouldn't be who she is today.
The reason she survived to this day was to do something for that person.
Putting away the pocket watch, the woman took out an egg-sized round compass.
The compass was pure white throughout, and when touched felt like a piece of jade.
Gently fiddling with the device on the compass, a magic began to dance on it, expanding into countless brilliant golden magic arrays.
After a while, a deep male voice came from the compass:
