Vizet did not hesitate. "If it's a question I can answer, then of course I'd be happy to."
"I want to know..." Odin drew a deep breath. "What exactly does the future look like?"
The question he asked seemed to be one shared by all the other figures.
At that moment, rhythmic magical fluctuations surged forth, reaching an intensity Vizet had never felt before.
Countless figures turned their gazes toward Vizet, all wearing the same expression of anticipation.
Even the "World Tree" surrounding the clearing was affected by these figures. Its cloud-formed canopy swayed without pause, while snow and ash drifted down like silent waterfalls, creating a truly magnificent sight.
"The future you came from," Odin hurriedly added before Vizet could speak. "Even if it's only fragments..."
The anticipation displayed by these figures, including Odin, deeply moved Vizet.
He understood that anticipation. It was like when he had first arrived in this world and learned that magic existed—he had felt something similar then.
It was also that anticipation, coupled with his thirst for magic, that had carried him step by step to where he was now.
He knew very well that simply describing the future through words, even with imagined scenes to accompany it, would be far too inadequate.
Faced with this situation, there was a particularly suitable spell—one he had cast many times before, using it repeatedly in his studies.
With that thought, he raised his Wand and pressed it to his temple, drawing out a slender silver Memory Thread.
"In the future, we use a technique to present, through magic, things that words cannot convey."
Odin could not help stepping forward, his gaze falling on the silver Memory Thread. "Magic? Is this an ability that your people in the future have mastered?"
Xutikutli, standing nearby, noticed something. His