"Wizet, I understand now..." Dumbledore came back to himself and looked at Wizet. "Why you said our trip into 'Limbo' might not be as dangerous as we thought."
"On one hand, 'My Lord' needs Herpo, the 'Shepherd' of the Isaiah Society, to spread the Killing Curse and summon that vortex representing 'death' in order to seize souls—to seize 'ashes'..."
"On the other hand, the reason 'My Lord' covets the souls of powerful wizards so greatly is likely because he stubbornly believes... that the souls of those powerful wizards should contain more 'ashes.'"
"Headmaster Dumbledore, according to that story I heard..." Wizet said, "there is actually no difference whatsoever between a speck of 'ashes' and a mass of 'ashes.'"
"The so-called 'ashes' are something like an object of enlightenment. It seems that so long as there is a flame, regardless of whether that flame possesses anything special, it will contain that speck of 'ashes.'"
"I believe the storyteller was right. The wisdom that appears in the 'Otherworld' is not limited to wizards' wisdom of magic—it contains the wisdom of all humanity."
"But the 'Rock' clearly does not see it that way. It regards 'ashes' as a privilege and does not want them shared, lest they lose their uniqueness and the value that 'ashes' possess."
Dumbledore's tone brimmed with reverence. "Those first flames were all great!"
"But we must understand!" His tone abruptly shifted, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes. "We cannot use the thoughts of the flames as a basis for guessing what the Rock truly thinks."
"No matter how closely they shared the same origin, no matter how inseparable they once were, from the moment they chose to fight, their thoughts became completely different."
"Yes!" Wizet nodded in agreement. "In any case, 'My Lord' firmly believes that the souls