The silent gaze of the still sun beamed over his shoulders and inanimate characters filled the streets, as if he had just walked into a picture of a perfect day. Nicolas wandered the market's streets, looking for the hundredth time at a merchant and a browser fighting over the price of a little statuette the merchant held in his hands. He took his time because, even if he was not affected by stop this world had come to, he knew that little to no time would have passed in the old world when he came back.
He walked down those paths he had walked a thousand times and looked at everyone just standing there, full of life and yet not moving for three years. Sadness was in his heart because every single one of these beings had a life, a story to tell, and he would've wanted to know all of them, to see their lives unfold, but the time would only be put back in its place once and at that time he would be somewhere else.
As he reached the edge of the city, he looked down on his destination, the ruins of Ostia and, stepping over the safety barrier near the edge of the cliff the city was perched on, he took a step forwards and let himself plummet towards the ground, a couple of miles further down. Gently creating an air cushion under him, he progressively slowed down until he had reached the ground. Once he shrugged of the bit of dust that had landed on his shoulders, he went straight ahead into the ruins.
This should be interesting...
He was there. Around him was a vast clearing and in front was one of the greatest magical battles in history, frozen in its tracks, though that battle would have to wait until later. In the center of the clearing a small ten years old surrounded by a bunch of fifteen years old girls; on the outside, every from lesser demons to Fate Averuncus. Walking between them Nicolas finally stopped right next to Negi.
"I call upon thee spirit of the void; make the bridge between our worlds. I summon thee breath of life: infused thy bodies with what was torn from them. And I order thee wheels of time to wake from thy slumber and pick up what you left behind! MAGISTERIALIS INCANTATUM VOITI! TEMPERIALIS FLUX CONTINUUM!" Nicolas chanted, preparing for the commotion that would come next.
As he screamed the last word of the spell the sound of loud thunder filled the air.
Here we go...
Sorry for the small chapter but the next one is going to be a bit longer and quite harder to write since every things is going to happen at the same time( the battle with Fate, the effects of time returning to normal, Fate's miserable attempt to hurt Nicolas and Nicolas having to fight with some heavy demons)
See ya next time!