Betula Continent, top floor of Lor Wizard Tower, inside the study.
"The future..." Lor raised his head and gazed at the River of Time Scroll hanging on the study wall, a rare hint of ease fleeting in his eyes as deep as the endless void.
The second conversation with Blood confirmed some things for him, while also lifting some burdens.
If his past self was like someone walking in a jungle shrouded in dark clouds and thorns.
Then now he felt that those suffocating dark clouds in the sky had parted to reveal a crack, showing the sunlight that had long been hidden behind them.
This warm sunbeam, named hope.
Although the path ahead was still filled with thorns, with the illumination of this warm sunbeam, he was confident that he could carve out a path with his still relatively sharp machete.
No, it wasn't just him.
Beside him and behind him, there were countless companions.
