The elder who mastered the Time Law looked at the black mist that enveloped the entire space, at the clansmen being slaughtered everywhere, though he wished to save them, he was powerless to reverse the situation, his expression gradually dimming.
He sighed heavily, turned to the few young people guarding behind him, and said: "Children, you were born in the wrong era. If not for the coming of the black calamity, you would all have become great figures dominating the world in the days to come. But fate doesn't care for the wishes of men, with the black calamity upon us, our clan suffers great misfortunes. I hope you all remember today, and in the future when this world reopens, you can restore our home."
A clear tear slid down the wrinkled face of the elder.
It seemed that this falling was not just a tear, but an entire epoch…
