Wizet approached Odin and the other figures and saw that their faces were filled with contentment and relief.
While the motes of light reunited with their friends and family, the figures had not remained idle either. They had turned into streams of light and scattered, as though the world itself were calling to them.
They had traveled across the world, hoping to see with their own eyes the future they had longed for, now that their cherished wish was about to come true.
Some had gone to cities, others to villages, valleys, or mountain peaks...
They had seen children running, laughter, and celebrations...
All of this was the future they had tried time and again to imagine, countless years ago.
After experiencing the beauty of the future, they returned to Wizet, just as he had crossed time to stand before them all those years ago.
Back then, Wizet had shown them a glimpse of the future.
Now, at last, they had witnessed its beauty for themselves.
Their faces held contentment and a sense of peace, like travelers who had finally reached their destination after a long journey and could settle down to rest.
Odin looked at Wizet. Unlike their first meeting, he did not communicate through thoughts.
Perhaps he had not yet grown accustomed to this way of communicating, for he spoke very slowly. "Wizet, descender, just as you told us back then, the future is truly beautiful."
"Having seen all this, we have no regrets left! But I am still curious. How did you allow us to appear in the future?"
Wizet had no intention of hiding anything. He considered his words and began to explain. "The most important part was, of course, Morgana le Fay's Ritual Magic Array."
"With that Ritual Magic Array as the foundation, the despair