As he listened to the projection's account, Anvis gradually grew tense.
In his perception, this projection possessed almost no magical aura at all. Even while it spoke, he could not sense the slightest magical fluctuations.
Although he had no idea how this strange High Elf who called himself Hill had learned of his thoughts, there was no doubt that he was an absolute powerhouse.
"Don't be nervous. This isn't mind-reading, nor is it Fate Line observation. It's merely an ordinary Magic Projection with prearranged content."
Seemingly sensing Anvis's wariness, Hill's projection paused and briefly explained its existence.
"Do you understand the concept of time? The time of a single world is like a river flowing straight ahead, while we who dwell within it are fish living in that river.
"A fish cannot see the river, because the river is its entire world. If it wishes to see the full picture of the 'world,' it must find a way to leap out of the water.
"Fortunately, at the final moment of my life, I was able to leap above the 'surface' and glance into the distance along the River of Time. Then, I saw you."
"...Your Eminence, do you need me to do something for you? If it is within my power, I will not refuse."
After hearing Hill's explanation, Anvis spoke cautiously.
"No, I do not need you to do anything. This projection exists solely to greet you."
Hill revealed a strange smile, his silvery-white eyes, like liquid mercury, narrowing slightly.
"In the Distant Past, I saw you arrive before this Obelisk carrying my collection of poems and encounter my projection. That is a spacetime anchor point.
"The future changes at every moment. The purpose of a spacetime anchor point is to make the future develop along a specific direction."