Time Transfer Device
The rift born from the Time Transfer Device rapidly expanded, forming a pitch-black vortex. An eerie energy fluctuation emanated from it, making my body tremble. The Guildmaster stared at the scene with an expression mingled with shock and terror. “What... on earth...?” His voice was shaking.
I took the Infinite Book in hand and began turning its pages. Yet nowhere was there any description of this situation. This event far exceeded my predictions. It was a plunge into the unknown. Fear was present, but more than that, curiosity dominated my heart. I was driven by a sense of mission to unravel this mystery.
“Guildmaster, do you understand... this rift is dangerous?” I asked.
The Guildmaster slowly shakes his head. “I don't know... No, it's undoubtedly dangerous. But... we can't ignore it. The cause of this anomaly, and what lies beyond that rift... I want to know... no, I must know.” His eyes shine with fierce determination.
We stand in silence for a moment, staring into the rift. An eerie presence emanates from its depths, as if something is crawling up from the abyss.
“Are you ready?” I ask the Guildmaster. Without waiting for his answer, I pull out the Atlantis civilization's harp. This harp has saved us from crisis many times before. It will surely be useful this time too.
As my fingers touched the harp's strings, cosmic energy flowed into it as usual. But this time, the energy felt different. Deeper, stronger, and... more unstable. It seemed to resonate with the strange energy emanating from the rift.
I took a deep breath and began to play the harp. But this time, it wasn't a pre-determined melody. I improvised, using the eerie noise coming from the rift as my guide. It was a strange performance, almost like I was conversing with the rift itself.
The tone was unstable, shifting between sharp and gentle. It was a chaotic melody reflecting both my emotions and the energy of the rift. Yet within it, I could sense something faintly resembling hope.
The Guildmaster listens intently to my performance. His expression gradually softens. Fear fades, replaced by a strange sense of peace.
The performance is not yet over. Communication with the unknown realm beyond the rift has only just begun.
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