Schiller lingered in that vision of the future.
He was not in a hurry to return to a time when God still existed.
It was not because he was afraid; in fact, he was no longer afraid of anything.
In the past, Schiller was full of doubts and worries, always seeking excuses for his actions, all stemming from his fear of the future.
Why did he fear?
Because the future was unknown.
And the unknown often constitutes the greatest fear.
Back then, he feared that his actions would lead him to a point of no return.
But now, things were different; the future had revealed itself before him.
The vast Cloud Sea hanging high above the sky, the endless Spirit Envoys waiting for their trials, and the throne marked with "King of Kings."
The vision of the future became clear before his eyes.
Since the former self fell short of his wishes, then let it be as he wished.
Since the world beneath his feet was not as half as beautiful as he hoped, let him make it sufficiently beautiful.
