Anton always saw things from a different angle.
Perhaps it was because he was a transmigrator. Deep down, he felt that this "Earth" was not the "Earth" he knew.
And because he had devoted himself wholeheartedly to magic, he was even more inclined to regard the "Earth" everyone knew as—a habitat for intelligent beings.
It was an entirely different perspective.
We lived on Earth, so everything beyond Earth was the universe outside our planet.
But viewing it as a "habitat for intelligent beings" was more like humanity's perception of its habitat in the earliest days—the endless primeval forest beyond the mountains would eventually become vast stretches of fertile farmland, with little bridges spanning flowing streams.
It ought to be suitable for human life. We simply had not developed it yet.
That was not "conquest," but "adaptation," a mutual harmony.
The environment had no need to be that way.
But humanity had arrived.
So it had to be.
That was the magic of will.
Compared with his usual indifference toward everything in daily life, Anton's attitude toward magic was extraordinarily domineering.
The Old Wizard Fiennes's declaration that "wizards were gods" had laid the foundation of his path of magic. Sheltered by the Ray of Sunlight spell, that foundation had never wavered.
The moon ought to be wondrous, an environment different from Earth, one that would spark endless marvelous possibilities together with humanity.
That conviction that it "ought to be," that will, was the fulcrum Anton used to move the immense magical power gathered from the countless collective consciousnesses witnessing the Cabin and the Navigators develop the moon.
O moon.
We have arrived.
We intelligent beings will bestow magical power upon you.
And through that magical power, you will reveal your capacity to accommodate humanity, intelligent beings, fantastic beasts, and fantastic plants.