Benjamin held his breath in anticipation and quietly watched the crimson courier spirit he was grasping, hoping it would disappear because that would mean it had gone to deliver the message to his third future variant.
Time passed slowly for Benjamin.
At this point, even seconds felt like hours to him.
Suddenly, the crimson courier spirit began to shimmer with a deeper crimson hue, its edges flickering like flames caught in a gentle breeze. Then, in a blink, it vanished, dispatched on its journey across time and space to deliver the message to Benjamin's future self.
A smile spread across Benjamin's face, lighting up his features with a mixture of relief and anticipation.
"It worked!" he exclaimed.
Since the Crimson Courier Spirit had disappeared, it meant it had worked. The Crimson Courier Spirit had carried his message to his future self. Now he only had to wait and it might just return with a valuable message from his third future variant.