Finally, I had it all.
All I ever wanted—Magic—was in my grasp.
I could understand even the concepts that were difficult for me to grasp. I could comprehend the infinite possibilities of a single Spell.
Everything that was, is, and would be were all swirling within my being.
I had become one with it all.
"I now completely understand Magic in its entirety. More Magic will be developed too, and at a particular point, they'll surpass my current state."
As I said this to myself, I reflected on what Legris had said.
He wasn't wrong about the inevitable vanity of the entire pursuit of Magic.
In the end… it was always never enough.
"You were right, Lilith… Solomon… I finally understand all of it now."
The end was not usually the most satisfactory, but the road by which one got there.
Magic was the way it was because of it's never-ending complexities and potential.
