Merlin and Herpo.
They had both examined his memories. They knew the wizarding world of the future and every detail of Harry Potter's story.
They knew that in the future, a wizard named "Voldemort" would become the mortal enemy of the magical world.
Amosta did not know what kind of shock those two legendary wizards would suffer upon learning that the world they came from was merely a children's story invented by a writer in another world without supernatural powers.
Even Amosta of today could not fathom this deepest of mysteries. All he could say was—
The universe was boundless, with endless worlds and endless possibilities.
Perhaps, in another timeline where he did not exist.
The rise and fall of the Harry Potter world had been projected into the mind of a writer in another world, giving birth to a celebrated novel. That was not impossible either.
Taking a deep breath, Amosta stepped forward.
Immaculate holy radiance overwhelmed the crimson glow cast by the lava, filling the entire underground world.
Amosta turned back and stared at the body he had left behind, an unprecedentedly profound sensation rising within him.
He had never observed himself, or the world, from such a perspective—
All illusory outer layers had been stripped away. He could gaze upon the true nature of all things.
His ethereal soul floated above the underground lava, endlessly radiating white light into its surroundings.
A flicker of pain appeared between Amosta's brows.
He gazed at this world and sighed inwardly.
It was like standing in a boundless desert, where the scorching heat constantly robbed his body of moisture.
The strength of one person clearly could not nourish an entire world.
If this continued, the world would drain him dry.
The clay tablet wreathed in gray currents still floated in his