"Oh? You know what that is?" Dumbledore's eyes flashed with intense curiosity.
But the curiosity in his eyes vanished in an instant, and his tone immediately turned grave as he asked, "Vizet, is this a secret that can be shared?"
Both Dumbledore and Serena Pendragon had given Vizet similar reminders before.
The enemies he faced were true Prophets, possessing a magical talent known as the Heavenly Eye.
Against enemies like that, the Anti-Vision Method was a technique he had to master and become skilled in.
Hearing Dumbledore's reminder, Vizet gently shook his head. "It's not really a secret. It's just a very obscure little story."
"But I think this story has great reference value... and the version I'm going to tell is one I've digested and understood myself."
"My hobby has never changed. I've always been fond of hearing all kinds of stories." Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, looking thoroughly interested. "Then please, tell me this story!"
"This story is very simple. It's about fire and rock," Vizet said. "The fire wanted change, while the rock refused change, and so they fought each other."
"The final outcome was extremely tragic. The fire turned to ash, while only one piece of rock remained. To prevent the ashes from reigniting, this surviving piece of rock began collecting those ashes in a planned manner."
"But by then, the rock had also become very weak. It had no choice but to slow the speed of its collection. Over the long years, it fell into stagnation, sometimes actively and sometimes passively, in order to recover itself."
"While the rock was stagnant, the ashes really did ignite again, turning into countless clusters of flame. Though these flames could not gather into a great blaze, they brought warmth and light."
"Warmth and light were what those departed flames