Chapter 118: Goals & Magic
The future.
It wasn’t something Baines thought about after hearing it the first time.
All he wanted was to find his family quickly; however, he had been learning with time. Finding his family would take time, but he wouldn’t allow himself to forget his purpose, hence the reason he constantly replayed those incidents.
With his need for powers like ships, vessels, and tools to rival empires, he had delved into magic engineering. To his astonishment, its principles mirrored the advanced technology woven into Eye’s core. He knew Eye’s capabilities were vast, yet he had barely scratched their surface.
But today, the revelations unfolding before him were the most staggering yet.
Like revisiting ancient strategies or battle formations, Eye could unveil glimpses of progress from ages yet to come.
The vision enveloped him. Towering spires of glass and light pierced the heavens, their surfaces gleaming like molten starlight, reflecting a sky unmarred by smoke or war. Their heights defied reason, swaying gently as if mocking gravity’s pull.
"Won’t they fall?" Baines whispered, his voice trembling with awe and disbelief. He stood, a holographic specter conjured by Eye, amidst a bustling city unlike anything in his world.
People moved around him, their steps light, their faces unguarded. No swords hung at their waists, no wands or staves gripped in cautious hands. "They carry no weapons," he murmured, "and what are those clothes?" Their garments were vibrant, flowing, some clinging like a second skin, others loose as if woven from air itself.
Laughter spilled freely, mingling with the hum of unseen machinery. There was no trace of the ever-present dread that haunted his own time, no looming threat, no shadow of insecurity.
Then his gaze fell on the vessels gliding along smooth, gleaming roads. "These aren’t carriages," he said, half to himself. They were sleek, polished constructs, some angular like arrowheads, others curved like river stones, their surfaces shimmering with colors that shifted in the sunlight. They moved without horses or runes, propelled by some silent force.