Inside the Divine Tree, Ansu rapidly reviewed every detail of the simulation he had just run.
Just as he was about to destroy those cocoons, Falco immediately dragged him into the 'Cycle Dream,' trying to solve the problem through assimilation—until Ansu became a 'tree.'
That sudden change proved one thing: Falco was panicking.
Destroying the cocoons and weakening the Faith Power was the right approach. Otherwise, Falco would not have reacted so quickly.
But to be safe, he needed to run another simulation.
[Future] [10 minutes later (August 20, 13:28), consume 10 points] [Remaining points: 231] [Simulation begins...]
When he opened his eyes, the sunlight was still bright.
It was still that peaceful, tranquil elven town. Elves passed through the streets, happy smiles on their faces.
Ignoring every kind-hearted elf, Ansu went straight to the tavern's second-floor terrace, pulled out the Future Diary from his inventory, and glanced through it.
It was completely blank.
The last battle had been so intense, yet he had still found time to write a few lines. This time, however, he had not even managed to leave behind a single word.
That meant the instant he appeared and began destroying the cocoons, Falco would drag him into the 'Eternal Dream' without giving him time to react.
Ansu slowly closed the diary and quietly waited for something.
Thanks to the Magic Device, he would not lose himself this time.
Time began to pass.
The finest lives of generation after generation of elves flashed past before his eyes. Wooden houses grew old and were renovated, while the tavern's sign was replaced time and again.
Gradually, Ansu's skin began to wither, becoming like the bark of an ancient tree.
He lowered his head and saw tiny branches growing from his arms, tender green leaves pushing out