"Its time..."

A young boy looking no older than 16 starred at the gem he held in his hand in wonder and fear. This was it. The accumulation of humanity's knowledge, its hopes and dreams, 80 years in this godforsaken world. All in the form of a dull looking yellow rock.

"Are you absolutely certain? Double check the calculations. We only have one shot at this. Nothing can go wrong."

"No, I'm not, but we don't have much of a choice now do we? Frankly, anything and everything could go wrong. We don't even know if this is possible!"

Time Travel

Something that only existed in movies and stories. It shouldn't be something that the fate of their species relied on, but when magic and dragons become all too real it didn't seem too far of a stretch. That was the thought of one Richard Xavier all those decades ago when he started working on the project, now named [New Game+].

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He didn't know why the older folks always seemed amused hearing the name. Old people were weird.

The blond boy walked out of the research lab towards the city center. All known surviving humans were here gathered in a circle. In the center of it was a tall metallic podium with people holding hands. They were the ones with the greatest ability to change things. 

The strongest 8

The surroundings were lighted up by glowing stone revealing that it was a large cavern. Indeed, every single building was made of stone here. In the face of the might of the other species, humanity had retreated and hidden underground.

Everyone had grim expressions on their face, because their plan was finally going to commence. There was no great speech, no load cheer, They had planned this for decades, all the fanfare and goodbyes were long done with.

Edward, the young man with the stone simply walked up to the podium and inserted the stone into a slot in the center. Suddenly a golden light exploded from it. It floods through the room and down every tunnel. Tunnels that spread completely through the entire planet forming a strange symbol.

A rune.

A physical embodiment of the laws of magic. 

Everyone in the hall suddenly gave out grunts of pain before they suddenly ignited in brilliant flames of mana. Everyone was burning everything they had to give even a single smidgen more energy, burning their life force to power the grossly draining spell. 

To turn back the clock, to give humanity another chance.