Wizet did not hesitate. "If it's a question I can answer, I'd be happy to."
"I want to know..." Odin took a deep breath. "What exactly is the future like?"
The question he raised seemed to be one that all the other figures had been seeking an answer to as well.
At that moment, rhythmic magical fluctuations surged forth, reaching an intensity Wizet had never felt before.
Countless figures were now looking at Wizet, all wearing the same expression of anticipation.
Even the "World Tree" surrounding the clearing was affected by these figures. Its canopy of clouds swayed without end as snowflakes and ashes drifted down like silent waterfalls, creating a breathtaking sight.
"The future you come from." Before Wizet could speak, Odin hurriedly added, "Even if it's only a few fragments..."
The anticipation displayed by Odin and the other figures deeply moved Wizet.
He could understand that anticipation. It was like when he had first arrived in this world and learned that magic existed here—he had felt a similar sense of expectation.
It was also that expectation, together with his longing for magic, that had carried him step by step to where he was now.
He knew very well that if he merely described the future through words and paired them with imagined scenes, it would be far too inadequate.
For a situation like this, there was a particularly suitable spell—one he had cast many times, using it again and again for study.
With that thought, he raised his wand to his temple and drew out a long, slender thread of silver memory.
"In the future, we use a technique to present things that language cannot contain through magic."
Odin could not help taking a step forward, his gaze falling upon the silver memory thread. "Magic? Is this an