"Vizet, I understand now..." Dumbledore came back to himself, looked at Vizet, and said, "Why you said our trip to the Misty Illusory Realm might not be that dangerous."
"For one thing, The Master needs to spread the Killing Curse through Herpo, the Shepherd of the Isaiah Society, and summon that vortex representing 'Death' to seize souls, to seize 'ashes'..."
"And The Master covets the souls of powerful wizards so much very likely because he stubbornly believes... that within the souls of these powerful wizards, there should be more 'ashes.'"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, according to the story I heard back then..." Vizet said, "There's actually not the slightest difference between a speck of 'ash' and a mass of 'ash.'"
"The so-called 'ashes' are like something that brings enlightenment. It seems that as long as it is a flame, whether or not that flame is special, it will possess that speck of 'ash.'"
"I think the storyteller was right. The wisdom that appeared in the Otherworld was not only the wisdom wizards have regarding magic. It contained the wisdom of all humankind."
"But the 'rock' clearly doesn't think so. It regards the 'ashes' as a privilege and does not want the 'ashes' to be shared, thereby losing their uniqueness and the value they possess."
Dumbledore's voice was full of respect. "Those first flames were all great!"
"But we must understand!" His tone shifted, and a sharp gleam flashed through his eyes. "We cannot use the thoughts of flames as a reference to speculate on what the rock is truly thinking."
"No matter how much they came from the same source, no matter how close they once were, from the moment they chose to fight, their thoughts became completely different."
"Yes!" Vizet nodded in agreement. "In any case, The Master firmly believes the