"Oh, my God, I'm going to turn my eyes."
Sora's whining is also the best.
Moo's raised true circle mirror.
On the back of it, the toils peering into the mirror are clearly reflected.
The problem was that it came from behind, not from the front.
In other words, what you see in the mirror is Tor's back and back of his head.
And when the point of view comes from behind, naturally, Tor's stare also shows Moo with a mirror.
The mirror in his hand also shows the mirrors with the Tors, and even in the mirror in the mirror...
On top of that, strangely, the mirror itself isn't as big, but what you see there somehow looks clear in detail.
If it's true thanks to you, you can see the world in the mirror, which is supposed to get smaller, without having to stare.
Thor, who cut his gaze off from the sight of the stretch, hurriedly looked back behind him.
It's because another self looking at their own back was attacked by feelings like they were there.
Fear seemed to be the same for everyone, and the Solas turn one after the other so that Tor would catch them.
And to the fact that no one was there, he exhaled with relief.
A flashy, faceted orn speaks of doubts about an incredible situation.
"What the hell, what kind of a mechanism is that?...... why do you see it from behind. A mirror should be a reflection of light. Then only the statue from the front..."
"No, maybe the idea of a mirror is wrong."
"I see! What about the hypothesis that cuts the entire space and mirrors it"
"Maybe the back of the mirror makes sense, too"
With the three people who started the debate sidelined, Thor was silently contemplating.
In fact, there was a strong sense of vision in this mirror-like sight.
Thor's < prediction > actually had some interesting uses.
Originally, the magic moves were that the future in thirteen seconds would appear as video, but if you choose a future that activates a new Prediction in that thirteenth second, you will add more footage thirteen seconds away.
To do so, it was possible to predict one after another until one hundred and sixty-nine seconds later.
Most of the time, the number of rain-grained footage is too high to figure it all out.
The sight that filled that vision was very similar to what I am now, overlapping innumerably.
If the two are at the same time, what happens?
Probably out of such curiosity.
At the next moment, Thor was releasing his magic moves in a manner close to unconsciousness.
-.
Countless rainfall grains of footage immediately fill the field of vision.
Thor I expected so, but his eyes open wide.
At the same time, several times that day, a surprising voice leaked.
"... this is amazing"
In the normal case, every second of cut future footage feels lined up in front of us as a myriad of possibilities.
But now, what Tor's vision shows is that the footage moves beautifully and smoothly.
Although even more numerous, the rainfall grains have a proper end because < prediction > can only be seen after thirteen seconds.
But it's not there.
The contiguous rain grains do not show an end, but continue to the end of their gaze, into the mirror.
It was no longer a droplet, but a suitable thing to call a stream of water.
Thor's future behavior and its consequences translate into a single stream.
And countless streams came together, and they turned into turbid currents of time and pushed towards Tor.
With a flood of too much information, when Tor's capacity tries to reach its limits, an infinite series of mirror worlds disappears unexpectedly.
Time after time, Moo rolled to the ground.
"Ahhh, it's over."
"It's okay!? Moo."
The child, held up by Sora, who rushed over, sticks a mirror out to Tor with a quiet face.
"Toe, Toe, Moo can't do this anymore. This is the clue of the soldier..."
"Right. Good luck, Moo."
Thor moves his body back a few seconds as he strokes the hair of a child who is uncommonly out of magic and gaggles.
Then he held the mirror and activated it again.
But what came to my sight was a bunch of rain grains from the usual footage.
I knew it, but it still seems impossible without Moo's help.
"Moo, how did you do that earlier?
"Um, is that the guy who does goo? If you do this, you can do it, To."
"I see. I know I'm not sure."
Probably, but it would be the same as when we blew the thunderbolt rings of Tianwei.
However, this time the mirror seemed to have enough capacity to withstand the infusion of all Moo's magic.
Thor shrugs in a low voice as he looks into the mirror that illuminates the silver glow in the sunlight.
"Is this the power of the Hour God? That's awesome..."
After a noon break, the Tors returned down the mountain path to a desolate village.
And as we divide them, we gather the remains of the villagers scattered over the grass and the wreckage of the house.
There were dozens of people, but working with Moo and using the mirror < infinite prediction > is like being able to do hundreds of attempts at a time.
Simply choosing an action that didn't empty up, most of the bodies were found light.
Fei Long dug a hole under the White Wood Lotus tree outside the village, so the collected bones bury there one by one.
Finally, Sola brings a white wrap, a pot containing the ashes of her grandfather, into a hole in the root of the tree to cover the soil.
The time was dusk.
"Sorry it wasn't a proper grave, guys"
"Yeah, I'm sure he's happy for you."
"Oh, I hope so"
Knowing the heart of the dead is impossible for the living.
That's why the words of comfort can only be shared among the surviving human beings.
Sola's hand is layered on the hand of the offered Tor.
To the warmth of the girl's skin, Tor remembered the day he took Sora out of the back of the costume shelf.
It happened more than six months ago, but it seems like the other day.
The girl's ring, which just wasn't there then, was telling me exactly how to carve the time.
"Thank you so much, Grandpa. I'm sorry I'm just a grandson for bothering you with something. But I'm sure I'll make Thor happy! And you and I will be happy until your grandfather's, so rest in peace."
"No, Grandpa, you looked pretty happy."
It was a scarce earner, but I started bragging about the never-ending Sora, happily evening when I bought the occasional booze and went home.
The glance did not seem to suspect a single word of Thor, who had said that he would take back his granddaughter.
"I've helped a lot, too. Thank you, Grandpa."
I would have known many things about the secrecy of this village.
But Sola's grandfather died without revealing a single thing.
Thor doesn't know why he didn't reveal it.
But Sola's grandfather's activism kept the Demons in the land and their return for the investigation resulted in obtaining unexpected offerings.
Thor secretly felt that this was not just a coincidence, but a guide for the old man who was a priest.
"Next spring, you'll have plenty of white flowers your grandfather likes. I'll bring you some booze."
To match its voice, the red sunset fell across the mountain.