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I don’t know when it appeared, I don’t know when it existed,

From the moment the world of Night War begins, every once in a while, in an uncertain era, with an unknown candidate, a specific ability will be awakened in a specific being, far beyond the normal and unimaginable... extraordinary power!

And generally speaking,

Unless there are special circumstances, in an era, there will generally be only one being with extraordinary power active.

Of course, before this law is completely broken,

Not without exception.

...

Although she has lived for a long time, she is still very young from the time she became conscious. She is sitting on the top branch of a particularly large sycamore tree. She is wearing a feather coat made of bird feathers and biting a fiery red fruit. Looking at the people who formed a large tribe called "Country" on the quite distant river plain, they were smelting bronze using primitive and backward methods.

She has vermilion hair and nails.

It is not a good thing to have thoughts and emotions that are too ahead of your time.

After she understood this truth, she still felt that the simpler life before was better.

Cute birds with three heads and six tails, a crane with only one red foot and pure white feathers, a colorful pheasant with a beautiful posture, a falcon with legs that look like a human... Obviously there are many, many former companions. At this moment, he is by her side, perched on this huge sycamore tree.

But she still felt...a deep loneliness.

Sooner or later, they will disappear in the long river of time in the future, and will be regarded as myths by future generations...

Maybe so myself.

"It's really lonely when you think about it, don't you think so...?"

She bit the red fruit in her mouth, stretched out her hands to lift the one-legged crane beside her, and the bird chirped and rubbed her hand in submission.

This made her sigh deeply.

If a being has wisdom and understanding that exceeds the group it belongs to, or even exceeds this era, this is not a very good thing.

Because that also means that no one can understand what you are thinking,

It's like she doesn't have anyone to talk to right now.

Not even the most powerful humans in those countries can do it, because in her eyes, those people are still in the infancy of their life forms, and they cannot be companions with whom to chat happily.

They probably only worship themselves as some kind of auspicious sign or god.

She has already been to many places in the world and no longer wants to try again.

Go to a place to be worshiped once, and go to a different place to be worshiped once. The only difference is that the names people call her are different.

"...Why did you choose me..."

Different from the ignorance that she should have had originally, she gained enlightenment from the unknown existence that occasionally threw herself to another place and gave herself these things, and she was born with thinking and emotions that were not advanced for this era.

She lives in an era that is even older than ancient times, almost a mythical era. Looking at the colorful feathers on her body that are carried by hundreds of birds and even made of her own tail feathers, if she throws this to those people, she will definitely be regarded as incredible. Clothes for consecrating sacred objects,

She just sighed helplessly and shook her head, looking at her exposed white body. Although she didn't care, but...

"It's not feathers... it's not animal skin... I really want to wear those beautiful and comfortable clothes..."

The moment I lowered my head, I saw some signs of dryness on the branches of the sycamore tree below me.

Then she casually stretched out her hand and placed it on the small piece of bark that was only slightly dry. After moving her hand away,

There is new life there, and even young shoots are growing there.

It was not treatment or healing that appeared in her hands. What was given to her was that higher-level power, the essential power called 'life', which made her even become the power from this form.

But too much power beyond common sense is not a good thing.

It seems to be similar to the power that appeared in myself,

She vaguely sensed that a similar "something" was born in a world that was still small but not good.

It's like there are more and more people and animals in the world at this moment, and it's becoming more and more lively...

It’s like making a ‘symbol’.

But regardless of those insignificant things, she felt a little bored at the moment. When she was not like this before, she never had such boring emotions. She just lived a normal life every day and felt nothing else at all.

So having too many thoughts and emotions that are ahead of the times is not a good thing.

Sitting on her favorite sycamore tree, which she could stay in all day long, she swayed her snow-white legs under her skirt in boredom, thinking about what she should do.

Waiting for that strange thing to pull me to an unknown place again, to see the place and era where those ancient mythical creatures that have disappeared,

By the way, I clean up some "dark" things that I don't know what they are.

She expected that she would have to wait seventeen days for the sun to rise this time.

"It's so long...it's really boring..."

Muttering softly to herself, she closed her eyes and decided to just sleep for a while. It would be better to sleep for a while longer. Then, just when she was about to fall asleep, not far behind the sycamore tree,

Suddenly there was a commotion!

"ah!"

Um?

Male human voice?

Against the snow-white smooth skin, the tips of the slightly curly red feathers' hair, without pupils but fiery red eyes opened strangely, and she looked in the direction behind her.

Then I saw a man wearing a black robe with exquisite embroidery, symbolizing the water element in yin and yang, which is also the highest, and long boots with ribbons. He was holding a long sword in his hand to pretend to commit suicide. He looked at the scene in front of him with a blank expression.

Lush and lush, overflowing with vitality, the lush canopy of the tree, which is more than ten meters tall, exudes imaginary emerald green light in the breeze. A female figure whose vermilion color transcends human imagination sits on the branches, with hundreds of birds perching around her. .

This is probably a scenery that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

It's just the beauty and fantasy of this moment that he can't forget...

The next moment, the figure sitting on the huge sycamore tree seemed to have seen something surprising. His eyes were shining and he rushed towards him, and his long scarlet nails were clearly grabbing at the target!

"clothing!!!"

Almost at the same time, he understood what it means to live like the first meeting and...

Forget the past....