"Yes. The branches and leaves of the sacred tree trembled, and there was a sassy sound.

"But I don't feel sorry for myself," she continued, "wasn't I also stranded on an island before I came here? Maybe it's the creatures who think they're free?"

"Then why do you always cry when you speak? It's nice to hear, but I can't tell how happy you are. Luca said.

"I grieve for you, for the garrison still trapped on the Isle of Calm, for the last remaining branch of me, and for your imminent vanishing existence. The sacred tree was stunned.

Lukka chuckled, "Then you don't have to. Your grief seems to be in the wrong place. ”

"What do you mean?" asked the Sacred Tree.

"You feel like you've become an eternal being, and other creatures are going to disappear, right?" said Luca, "but the premise of all this is that this place, as you say, is the place where time comes. ”

"Isn't it? what do you think?" asked the sacred tree, confused.

"Have you ever been exposed to magic before?" Lukka asked rhetorically, "I don't mean unrefined magical energy, but the act of channeling magical energy into a flow of magic in the right way to achieve a specific effect, so that it can be called a spell." ”

"Sounds so complicated. The Sacred Tree said.

"It's really not easy for a layman to understand, otherwise mages wouldn't be so scarce. In the Sea World, for example—and I don't just mean the Boiling Sea, but beyond the Boiling Sea—the entire Sea World," Lukka pointed to himself, "and I'm probably the only mage right now. ”

"And what can a mage do?" the sacred tree asked.

"There are many things that a mage can do, and there are many types of spells, but these don't matter now," Lukka said, "The important thing is that a mage like me can feel all the magical energy, not only the tiny ones that you can't see, but also the condensed magical energy, even if it doesn't look the same as the essence." ”

"You don't mean that time itself is magical energy, do you?" the sacred tree shook its leaves.

"I haven't studied time, and I don't want to comment on it," Lukka said, "but I still have some say in magical energy, especially the monophyletic energy that is condensed. ”

He turned around, looked at the myriad sections of time frozen around him, and said, "These things that you seem to be time itself are nothing more than the magical energy that envelops your consciousness, that is: the power of prophecy. ”

"The power of prophecy, what is that?" the sacred tree asked.

"To put it simply, the prophecy system is a spell faction that moves hands and feet in time, and the power of prophecy is the energy of this system that is condensed. Lukka felt that his explanation was a little weak, and it was a rather difficult task to explain magic to creatures who had no concept of magic.

"If that's what you say, is this thing lying to me?" the leaves of the sacred tree trembled again.

"I don't think so," Lukka shook his head, "maybe, it's really just showing you what time is like, but you think it's time itself." You see, even if a wise man tells you the truth, you can't think that the wise man himself is the truth, the former is rational learning, and the latter is superstition. ”

"If this thing is really the power of prophecy you say, and you're a mage who can use it," the Sacred Tree thought for a moment, "So, will you be able to break this predicament?"

"Yes," Lukka nodded, "as long as I can touch it." ”

The sacred tree suddenly laughed, "But you just can't touch it." ”

"That's because," Lukka said, "I'm not a physical entity here, just a projection made of magic." However, I do have something in my hands that can be grudgingly called 'physical'. ”

As he spoke, he spread out the palm of his left hand, and a light green point of light flowed like liquid in his hand.

"This is ......" the sacred tree was even more confused.

"Yes, this is a part of you, and the medium of my spell this time. "It's the bridge between the 'now' and the 'then'. ”

He turned to look at the overlapping drawings at an angle: "This section is the time when I cast the spell." Perhaps, with this medium, I can achieve two goals at the same time. ”

With that, he lifted his right leg, raised his left hand, and made a baseball pitcher pose, and threw the green light at the stack of overlapping pictures.

After a while, the sacred tree said suspiciously, "Did you do something? It seems that nothing has happened." ”

"Ah, sorry, it's a bit unexpected!" Lukka shook his left hand vigorously, "Your life energy is too sticky, isn't it?"

"Well, it's more viscous, and after it is diluted many times, it is the sea water of the calm sea. "Rub it more, the sweat of the flesh can make it less sticky." You're going to sweat, aren't you? And you have so much mud on your hands, it should be of some use. ”

Lukka rubbed for a long time, and finally freed the ball of liquid light from his hand, he took out the handkerchief he had used to stuff his ears, wrapped it casually, and threw it vigorously again.

Sticky green dots of sweat, dirt, and half a handkerchief flew forward, penetrating through an unknown number of pictures in a row, and finally with a "snap", firmly stuck to the middle of the pile of sections.

Lukka then dismisses the retrospective vision from the bootstrap.

Inside the Power of Prophecy, the point of light was just a lump of liquid energy, but it was also a sweet potato with dirt that was lying in the hands of Lukka, who had returned to the entity.

It travels through countless sections of time, condensing these times on itself at the same time, and touching the power of prophecy that exists in each section. And Luca, who was holding this sweet potato, naturally absorbed almost all of his energy, in the time he was in.

This sweet potato also caused another effect.

When Lukka threw it out, he aimed at the half hour when he was infinitely looped. When the sweet potato piece by piece penetrates the cross-section, it also immediately breaks this cycle.

He sat in the excavator again, unchanged from his previous position.

The sweet potato in his hand was pierced by a huge amount of energy, and the temperature inside rose rapidly, and it began to emit bursts of aroma.

Shut up beside him, still urging loudly: "Hurry up and start!"