"Viewed through True Magic, this is an absolutely premium seat. Well? My very own Heaven is pretty nice, isn't it?"
Though he looked somewhat tired, the satisfaction on Roland's face was impossible to hide.
In the future, Aoko had experienced Roland's boasts before. Whenever he toyed with her, using words like these to savor her angry, flustered expression had practically become a routine.
But now, before the Tree of Life, shrouded in an eerie silence like a mime performance yet suffused with dazzling colors and a dreamlike atmosphere, Aoko Aozaki could only grit her teeth.
Within the bizarre two-dimensional plane, the Tree of Life, woven from arcane trajectories, floated slowly. The collision of time and space stirred up rolling, surging splashes, but however its exterior wavered beneath those ripples, the Tree of Life would slowly return to its original form.
Countless futures converged, then separated little by little.
Depending on the miracles they wielded, the world could look utterly different in different people's eyes.
Yet this murky, sacred essence seemed somewhat at odds with Roland's appearance as an Evil Beast that blotted out the sky.
"A so-called fixed future is just like encounters between people. Like gravity, they naturally attract one another and meet. But from a higher perspective, isn't it much the same between worlds?"
Roland spoke softly.
The ability called The World was by no means merely a switch for stopping time. At its core, it granted Roland, ahead of time, the possibility of standing on equal footing with the world itself.
"The branches of countless parallel worlds exist because the gravity possessed by newly born possibilities causes worlds to shift. And as the one soul unbound by gravity, wouldn't I only need to share my own possibilities with these countless worlds to bring a true New World