RP:The world is a open book

Blut sat within the temple of judgment useing use of the library of darkness. He's been here for weeks maybe even months he sat at his desk without the need for sleep he's been spending all his time reading all the text avalible deepening his understanding of both the world and the craft he was trying to perfect. Blut tried to perfect his chronic vision he could see the future the present now only the past remained. Blut cursed his inability to do such mundain tasks in his eyes. Even his vision of the future beared little merit as it was still very weak needing very precise conditions to preform. He needed a item of the person who's future he would view a brief understanding of what he was looking for and alot of time paitence and effort. Even then the best he could manage was a couple of weeks and he couldn't even see his own future. Blut continued to read as day turned to night and night back to day he was barely closer then when he started. A technique within his fathers journal was the ability to watch the past unravel before his eyes as the user viewed the pages of history. Even smell and sound almost like he was back in that moment. Blut wondered what he was doing wrong what was he not worthy was he not capable. Blut slammed his fist into the table causeing it to shudder. Blut continued his experiments and trials over and over again however they would not succeed not even one until Blut gave up. Blut gave up on the idea walking back out to take a breather. Blut excepted that there were some things he will not be able to do things he will never be able to do. Blut reached for the door but something called back to him being his own ego or a greater calling Blut couldn't quite reach it. Almost like a invisible force pulling him back. Blut just sat on the spot trying to talk himself out of going back but at the end of the day he couldn't do it. He felt unable to give up on this great desire of his this addiction to know the truth. Just then Blut remembered the requirements for his previous visions and his vision now. THE TRUTH. Blut remembered he had to see the world for what it was he could not afford to see the world in it's current state. Blut removed the wraps that covered his eyes as he looked at the various magics that filled the area. Blut had to look further beyond the world was not governed by magic it is ruled by time. Blut continued to tell himself as he tried on and on to see but he simply couldn't but before he could give up he had a idea. Blut thought back to a moment in time as he took a step forward he thought of the day he sacraficed his eyes. He thought about the day the month to the very second he did not spare a single detail. Blut pulled out his stopwatch from his pocket as he held it infront of him as clock shaped runed appeared before his feet as they rose as Blut conducted the spell wild mana flew around the room unable to properly contain his power Blut just let it fly uncaring of what it scorched of what it damaged. Blut kept staring forward not blinking for a second. The man began to recite his spell "The heavens speak of the glory of the gods the ground of which I stand is proof of his handiwork for that I will not deny. But in this age of man this age of god I see naught but lies at my every step. The world has left me empty and cold with the lies it so carelessly proclamations as truth. I am not a saint who is willing to indulge in a glory of false gods I am he who sees past the oblivion. I am not swayed by the majestic lies of the world. I cast my self to oblivion time and time again to rob it of the truths it holds. I am no warrior I am no mage I am but at thief who shall steal the truth of the world as I peer endlessly at the book of the world." Blut exclaimed the last sentence as if he were yelling at the god of time himself as the mana within and around him surged in a brilliant. The world would materialize he would see but not just the world around him he would see himself as he conducted the ritual. "I've done it" Blut breathed out as he watched as he cut his eyes open. He looked at the enterence as he watched Lionel and his friend. He watched he heard what they were saying. Blut looked at his stopwatch as he wound back the dial watching as the steps were reversed as time went backwards as per his command. He reached out to touch them but his hand went right through them. They were just constructs made possible with his visions. Blut continued to wind back to when they first arrived watching himself and relieving the moment that they entered. Blut closed his pocket-watch returning to view the world as a void nothing but the lighting of mana for guidance. Blut put back on his wraps as he collected his gear. Blut returned to the bloody battlefield outside the temple he had read enough books to know exactly when this battle took place as Blut took out his pocketwatch once again and took off his wraps. Blut wound his pocket watch back to the day and time of the battle. The void filled with colour as the battlefield appeared in his eyes he watched as the two forces readied against one another. As they battled endlessly. Blut's hypothasis was meet as he sat there as the day past him to watch the battle. Every clang of steel ever made, every curse ever spat he could see it all. Blut could now finally see the truth. Now to him the world was a open book.