Xochitlicutli raised a hand and wiped the tears from his face. His expression gained a measure of reverence. "So... this is what the future is like. 'Change' can actually develop into so many possibilities."
Wizet was equally moved by their reactions. "This is only one side of magic. There is also the side of technology."
"However, I do not know much about that part either. I cannot describe it to you more clearly through my memories."
"Technology..." Odin's eyes grew somewhat distant at Wizet's words. "There is another dreamscape beyond even our imagination? Another flourishing forest?"
"Of course!" Wizet nodded firmly. "What I intend to do next is find the connection between magic and technology, and combine them..."
Through pure exchanges of thought, he began showing Odin and the others the results of his research.
During this process, another thought, like a seed breaking through the soil, began to sprout and grow uncontrollably within Wizet's heart.
He also knew the future that awaited Odin and these figures. Of all those gathered beneath the "World Tree," yearning for change and striving for it, the only one who would truly reach the "future"...
Perhaps it would be only Hermes Trismegistus...
If My Lord Mictlantecuhtli could be destroyed here and now...
If he could do something more now, while he was still in the past, before these figures went to war with My Lord Mictlantecuhtli...
"Wizet, I know what you want to do." Odin's "voice" rang out.
It was not just Odin. Countless magical fluctuations conveying the same meaning surged forth at that moment, joining together in a rhythmic harmony.
Odin looked at Wizet. "In truth, we can foresee the future we are about to face ourselves."
He had sensed Wizet's thoughts as well. "And we have all received your goodwill, but we