Silence
The silence lingered long. The mountain range was gradually regaining its former shape, as if its wounds had healed. A full moon shone brightly in the sky, its light illuminating the earth as it quietly mended itself. The Guildmaster stood quietly beside me. His face bore a complex expression of relief and something akin to realization.
“Mitam... that performance... was it... the very Words of Creation...?” His voice carried a weight unlike any I had ever heard before.
I nodded slowly. The tears of the Wyrm, the harp of Atlantis, and the score written in the Infinite Book. When they became one, I understood the true nature of the Words of Creation for the first time. They were not mere words, but a grand symphony that created and sustained the universe.
“...But... that power... is far too great...” The Guildmaster faltered. He felt the power of the words of creation, their danger, in his very bones.
“Indeed... that power could become uncontrollable...” I replied. "But it depends on how it's used. The words of creation are a force that can bring destruction, but they are also a force of creation. How we wield that power... that is our challenge."
His gaze drifted toward the distant mountains. Beyond that gaze lay places still unrepaired, and the many challenges we must now face.
“...Mitam... what now...?” His question seemed to probe my future, and the future of this world itself.
I take the Infinite Book in my hands. Its pages still hold many hidden mysteries. And the journey to unravel those mysteries is only just beginning. The journey to understand this world, and all of the universe, has only just begun. My soul is burning brightly once more.
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