"The Third Holy War will be far more brutal than the first two. I know you must be wondering about its outcome—whether humanity can win the Third Holy War. All I can tell you is that, in the River of Time, I saw many different futures, and not a single ending was certain. Whether for the Devil Race or the human race, the forces both sides have thrown into this Holy War have already far exceeded the limits of my ability. Their projections in the River of Time have surpassed the reach of my sight."
"In a sense, I stand at the bank of the River of Time as an observer. Or, to put it another way, I am merely an ant that has climbed up a great tree. Compared to those ants still crawling across the ground, I can see farther because of where I stand. I am in a three-dimensional world, while they remain in a two-dimensional plane. Before they even know what lies ahead, I already do!"
"Yet certain powers among both the human race and the Devil Race are little birds capable of flying from the tree into the sky. Just as the ants on the ground cannot imagine the world seen by the ant on the tree, neither can that ant imagine the world seen by those little birds, much less foresee where they will fly, because those birds exist in a higher dimension of time and space!"
"You are such a little bird. Perhaps you will even grow into an eagle. When you read this letter, you are still crawling on the ground, unaware of what the sky looks like. But you will ultimately become a little bird, because there is a powerful force within you—a force even stronger than any I have seen