"Silent mist wraiths? What do you an?" Ian heard the familiar term and couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow curiously. He had recently encountered such ominous creatures in the ancient city of Pompeii.
"I’ve learned so information. divh once harnessed a Goddess of Fate and raised a group of silent mist wraiths, but no one knows what he intends to do with them."
"I originally thought they were used to guard a tomb..." rlin had obviously done detailed research on the tomb and its owner, but it was clear he realized his study and speculation might not be entirely accurate.
"Uh, when you say harnessed, do you an what I think you an? Is he serious?" Ian’s focus was elsewhere, leaving rlin speechless, unsure how to respond.
"In any case, be careful." rlin sighed, feeling they had a communication barrier, perhaps a sign of the ideological disconnect between people from different eras.
Why are they concerned with trivial matters at such a ti?
"I’ve always been very careful." Ian had been hiding in rlin’s shadow all along, continually fortifying himself on the journey, not knowing what more he could do to be cautious.
At that mont.
The path ahead suddenly forked, revealing two very different roads. One was still black and white, while the other subtly emitted a ray of color, tempting them forward. rlin stopped, his brow furrowed, appearing hesitant, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes... Although rlin’s prophetic ability was strong, it seed to be restricted here, and his expression grew increasingly grave, evidently not foreseeing much useful information.
"What do you think?"
He turned to seek help from the mysterious Ian.
"Which path do you think we should take?" rlin tentatively asked, feeling Ian might hold so hidden information and perhaps could help determine the correct direction.
Ian glanced at the two roads, swiftly weighing his options internally.
"I feel both are dead ends... If it were up to , I’d definitely handle it this way." Ian spoke softly, though his tone carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Uh."
rlin’s expression beca even more serious upon hearing Ian’s words.
He evidently felt Ian made a valid point.
"I can’t see the correct direction." Despite rlin fully operating his prophetic ability, a while later, he still helplessly sighed.
"Let take a look..." Ian stepped forward, first observing the two roads with no end in sight, then hesitantly and uncertainly raised his Magic Wand.
Suddenly.
The little wizard gently waved his Magic Wand, and in the next mont, the two opposite roads began to disappear, followed by the appearance of a previously nonexistent path ahead.
Black and white and colorful specks danced, intertwining and rging into a bridge of the correct color, leading endlessly into the unknown.
"Oh, lucky, this is truly magical."
Ian’s expression delightedly turned to rlin.
Only to find rlin’s eyes fixed intently on him.
"Yes, very magical." rlin’s eyes twitched uncontrollably, his expression constantly changing - he hardly believed this was re coincidence!
"Great Mage, lead the way quickly." Ian awkwardly scratched his head, then stepped back behind rlin again. This cautious act made rlin sigh incessantly.
"Can’t you show a little courage?"
Though complaining, rlin still took a step, and the two walked onto the floating bridge, continuously moving forward, with the scene behind them starting to blur.
As if traversing into a deeper level of space.
"I’m a bit afraid of heights."
Ian cautiously glanced down the bridge, into the unfathomable darkness, yet he could see nurous dark shadows stirring in the shadows beneath.
Those were... Dentors. The cold wind persisted, and Ian began to realize the chill of this realm might be related to the countless Dentors.
After all.
One Dentor was almost equivalent to a super chilling air conditioner.
"Did you see them?"
He spoke to rlin.
"Yes."
rlin, too, was observing the Dentors below. The dark world posed no negative effect on a Legendary Wizard; they could perceive the essence of things in places devoid of light.
"They haven’t flown up to attack us." Ian could discern the Dentors’ state, mostly in a half-asleep state, aimlessly wandering in darkness.
All Dentors carried a stone tablet on their backs, symbolizing unknown significance, with no inscriptions, yet weighing down on the Dentors’ spines.
"I don’t think this is divh’s thod of guarding his tomb; Soul-Sucking Demons are rely troubleso creatures." rlin shook his head, retracting his gaze.
"Perhaps this isn’t a tomb at all." Ian raised his hand, allowing snowflakes to flutter and fall onto it, displaying an impeccable white hue.
They continued to lt without leaving stains. Compared to snowflakes, perhaps these white specks more closely resembled bone ash, though it’s unclear where they originate. They might co from the sa person or different people, perhaps scattered down from the human world.
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