Time to Reflect

It had become one of the pillars of the new Esperia.

Shala, the Shape of Time, allowed Espers around the world to remember the importance of taking time to reflect.

Time that, for many, had been devoted to entertainment before the Chaos War.

They absolutely had to kill time.

The use of magic had made waiting times almost unbearable, and new technologies were making reflection and thought increasingly limited.

How, then, had this change come about?

First, through the revelation to all Espers of the StarDust present within each and every one of them.

It was a shock for many Espers who had until then been nothing more than empty shells.

If the Chaos War had been an ecological disaster, it had at least provided some answers to a civilization that had never before managed to unite for a common cause.

It was also the moment for the Espers to join forces, as the War had devastated the world they had known until then.

Even though they had to act, they also had to take time to reflect on complex questions that had never before been approached systematically.

One answer was simple.

They first had to take time to reflect.

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