The Sage
I obtained the Sage's blood. The Guildmaster gasped at its brilliance. “...So this is the Sage's blood...”
I nodded at his words. The sanctuary, now devoid of its green light, was enveloped in silence. Where the Mandragora King had vanished, only a small sprout remained, quietly left behind. Beside that sprout, a droplet of red liquid glistened, pulsing like the beat of a living heart.
Carefully, I collected the Sage's Blood. Drop by drop, I poured it into a small glass vial. Throughout the process, the Guildmaster watched me with wary eyes. Though trust had been restored, his gaze still seemed to hold lingering doubt.
Once the collection was complete, the Guildmaster spoke. “Mitam... With this, we have gathered everything needed to activate the time transfer device... But... Are you truly certain this is wise?”
His words weighed heavily on my heart. The time transfer device... a relic of the Atlantis civilization. Its activation carried unknown dangers. The disappearances of the Librarian and the Historian... All of it is highly likely deeply connected to this device.
Gazing at the blood of the sages sealed within the glass vial, I answered slowly. “...I believe so. To save the Librarian and the Historian, using this device is our only option. I understand the risks.”
"...Understood. But be careful. Mitam. This device possesses the power to manipulate time itself. That power could become uncontrollable." The Guildmaster warned with a serious expression.
His words only strengthened my resolve. The blueprints for the time transfer device had already been deciphered. Though the mechanism was complex, Atlantis civilization's technology should be comprehensible if I applied all my knowledge and experience.
Yet one uncertainty remains. What will occur when this device is activated... is utterly unpredictable. A distortion of the timeline? A shift into a parallel world? Or perhaps dangers beyond imagination lurk within.
Even so, I hesitate not. To save the Librarian and the Historian, to unravel the mysteries of Atlantis civilization. And to uncover the full truth of the “Words of Creation.” My journey is far from over.
I tell the Guildmaster, “Once preparations are complete, let us begin activating the device immediately.”
His gaze pierced deep into my eyes, as if confirming my resolve. Then, he nodded quietly. “...Count on you, Mitam.”
From the sanctuary, we slowly began our descent. The time transfer device lay hidden in a secret basement beneath the guild headquarters. Along the way, the Guildmaster remained silent, merely watching my actions. The weight of his unspoken words resonated quietly within my heart. Yet, I did not yield to that pressure, continuing to step forward.
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