"Are you using flames too, Miklantikutli?" Xutikutli seemed to sense something and continued striding forward. "I'll show him what flames truly are!"
Watching Xutikutli soar into the sky, his back like a meteor flying against the current, Vizet could not help but sigh. "I hope this willful idea of mine hasn't displeased you."
As soon as he finished speaking, waves of magical fluctuations rippled through the surroundings, surging over one another like overlapping ripples.
A magical fluctuation unfamiliar to Vizet appeared, carrying another thought within it. "How could it? You did very well! To witness this future with my own eyes... it truly is wonderful!"
After Xutikutli stepped forward, another figure appeared.
A second, a third... more and more figures emerged. Like Xutikutli, they strode forward without hesitation.
Throughout the process, they conveyed their thoughts to Vizet through magical fluctuations.
"So that's what you meant."
"Thank you, Vizet! Words seem rather pale, but this is all I can use to express it."
"Without Miklantikutli, this world would have been a better place!"
"It feels wonderful to have the chance to finish what was left undone!"
Vizet had not spent much time in the past, and there were only a handful of figures he could truly say he knew.
Yet he could not say he knew any of the figures now passing by his side.
Some wore armor, some long robes, some carried spears, while others came empty-handed...
Though their clothing and weapons differed, the rippling magical fluctuations conveyed similar gratitude, anticipation, excitement, and exhilaration at being able to face The Master once more.
Standing among those figures, Vizet said softly, deeply moved, "To meet all of you, to receive your help... it is my honor!"
Golden light flowed beneath the feet of those figures, like a river linking the past