1368, July when the fire descends, autumn gradually approaching.
On the streets of Intis, only a few people were walking, the sky a deep red, like molten iron.
"Are you going to ascend to True God today?"
An unknown voice came from a distant place, ethereal and illusory, seemingly from the other shore.
"I want to gamble one last time."
Lucian's silver eyes rarely showed a trace of emotional fluctuation.
He slightly turned his body, his silver pupils already filled with divinity, staring at the giant tentacle that occupied the eight directions.
"But, that is the Supreme Existence, it is invincible! Doing this is seeking death!"
The ethereal voice sounded again, but this time it was no longer as calm as before, even somewhat angry.
"Can only, at this moment, go all out. The prophecy spoke of crimson descending at the end of July.
But by March, the fate of the whole world had already been solidified."
Lucian's expression also showed some melancholy; he could no longer distinguish whether it was March or July now.
When he arrived here, everything was already chaotic.
"You should not have come to see me."
After a long silence, Lucian opened his mouth to advise a sentence.
"But I have already come."
Lucian did not continue to pay attention; he was waiting, waiting for the crimson to gradually dye the sky.
...
The moment arrived; he took out the potion he had long prepared and drank it all in one gulp, his vision gradually becoming blurred.
"Hahaha, he believed it! He believed it!"
As consciousness gradually fragmented, the remaining senses received meaningless words.
In a state between half-awake and half-asleep, he saw his former self take a monocle from his pocket, wipe it, and then wear it on his right eye.
...
Don't know how much time passed, his chaotic and hazy consciousness awakened once again.
"Lucian, Third Stage of Battle Energy!"
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