Rejoining the group with a now wingless Wilford and a glowing feather in your hand, you find Dark already waiting. Anti suspiciously eyes Wilford, squinting slightly.
"We have all the stuff."
Marvin takes the feather, marvelling at it for a little.
"Now the spell."
Everyone kneels around the strange circle Marvin drew previously with his chalks and expectedly wait for some kind of instruction.
"Well..."
Marvin quizzically rereads the page with the spell again.
"It's not really that clear."
He frowns, murmuring to himself frustratedly.
"What do you mean?"
Dark grumbles and positions himself to see the inside book better. A moment passes with Dark's expression slowly getting more confused.
"What language is that?"
"Uh.. really old... language?"
Marvin responds, shrugging his shoulders at Dark.
"I don't know, I just read it."
"What does it say?"
Anti speaks, clearly annoyed by the hold up.
"The ingredients... which we have.."
Marvin drags his finger down the page a little.
"Then it says to put them in some kind of bowl... which I have. But where are the words?"
"Words?"
Wilford asks, tilting his head towards Marvin.
"If it's really old, you don't need words."
"Ah. Great, let's get started-"
Marvin pulls a golden bowl to the centre of the circle.
"But, you do need an order."
Wilford interrupts, pointing his finger at the bowl.
Marvin sighs, shrugging.
"I don't know, then."
Anti groans, covering his face with his hands. Afterwards, he turns towards the amused angel.
"Please tell me you know the order."
"Of course I don't, I'm not a magician."
Wilford doesn't even try to cover up his grinning.
"I'm not a magician, I don't do illusions."
Marvin grumbles to himself, catching no one's attention.
"Great. Now what?"
Anti looks towards each member of the group. He ends with Wilford.
"You've seen God, right?"
"Sure have."
Wilford responds.
"So has Dark."
"I have?"
Dark straightens his back, returning to the conversation.
"Well, one of them, anyway."
Wilford continues.
"None of you expected one being to make everything, right?"
"So it's... a family?"
You ask, still confused about the whole ordeal.
"No, it's two best friends."
Wilford responds with a certain tone of voice. You weren't sure if he was being serious or sarcastic.
"Two celestial beings!"
Marvin exclaims, flipping through the pages with a much happier endeavour. His mood manages to light a bit of hope within you. He continues to flip the pages and read.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
Soon, he stops at a page.
"Here! It's this one."
Guess that's how Time was defeated.
An unfair 2v1...
