No matter what happened in the world, time flowed at the same rate for everyone. Whether there was a comedy or a tragedy, the sun rose in Violuwin. Under the bright light, the devastation covered by the darkness came out in full display: the collapsed gates, damaged walls, and numerous buildings were burned down by the fire. The sight of monsters and humans’ corpses intertwined with each other gave off an air of despair. It seemed like a distant past that Violuwin was renowned around the world as a tourist city. However, despair was not the only thing that existed in this city.

“Hey, try lifting this up!”

“Be careful! The pillar burned off, so if you are not careful, everything will collapse!”

The people who survived yesterday’s calamity were slowly gathering and working together. They threw away their fears, swallowed their sadness and anger, and began working for the future together. While Violuwin was raising its structure and cleaning up the ruined structures, Zich was lost in thought in his room.

‘I wonder what this is?’

He looked at the sword that looked like a tree branch. But he was sure that it was not an ordinary sword. Using Estellade, the tree branch sword probably transported Zich and Lyla to where it was (but for that to be true, it transported...