Drifting in the void, Ash blinked as he activated his foresight once more.
This time, he could perceive an entire millennium of timelines—or more accurately, project himself across infinite possibilities simultaneously.
When his eyes opened again, he was no longer adrift with his companions but instead stood within a place of pure emptiness.
In the past, before his eyes had evolved, he would typically remain anchored to a single unfolding scene, which would shift and transform until the ability's duration expired.
This time however, in front of him he saw some words that were from a language.... the same language that formed his tattoos, and the tattoos on Elysia and Creara.
Before, none of them could figure out the meaning, and honestly, they didn't care, knowing it would all come to light eventually.
But now, the words were crystal clear, and he understood them as easily as English.
