Xutikutli raised a hand and wiped the tears from his face, a touch more devotion appearing in his expression. "So... this is what the future is like. 'Change' can actually develop into so many possibilities."
Vizet was equally moved by the reactions of these figures. "This is merely one side of magic. There is also the side of technology."
"I don't know much about that part either, so I can't use my memories to describe it to you more clearly."
"Technology!" Upon hearing Vizet's words, Odin's eyes grew somewhat distant. "There is another dream beyond anything we could imagine? Another flourishing forest?"
"Of course!" Vizet nodded firmly. "What I plan to do next is find the connection between magic and technology, then combine them..."
Through the pure exchange of thoughts, he began showing Odin and the others the results of his research.
In the process, another thought, like a seed breaking through the soil, began to sprout and grow uncontrollably within Vizet's heart.
He also knew the future of figures like Odin's. Of those gathered beneath the "World Tree," yearning for change and striving toward it, perhaps only Hermes Trismegistus would truly be able to reach the "future" in the end...
If The Master, Miklantikutli, could be destroyed here and now...
If, while he was still in the past, before these figures went to war with The Master Miklantikutli, he could do something more...
"Vizet, I know what you want to do." Odin's "voice" sounded.
It was not only Odin. Countless magical fluctuations conveying the same meaning emerged at that moment, uniting into a rhythmic whole.
Odin looked at Vizet. "What kind of future we will face is something we can actually foresee ourselves."
He had sensed Vizet's thoughts as well. "And we have all received your goodwill, but we