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"Ah, so you can see the blue glow as well…" Wade murmured thoughtfully, nodding slightly. "What exactly is this blue light? And what does being able to see it an?"
"It ans that you and I share a unique trait. Tell , have you ever heard of… Ancient Magic?"
Wade's eyes widened. "Ancient Magic?!"
The concept of Ancient Magic was sothing he had encountered before—back in his previous life, in a ga called Hogwarts Legacy.
It was a form of powerful magic… one that only a select few witches and wizards could perceive and wield. In that ga, it had been the protagonist's greatest advantage—essentially, their ultimate ability.
"It seems you already have so knowledge of it," the figure mused. "That saves the trouble of explaining too much."
He didn't question how Wade knew about Ancient Magic—he simply cast a glance at the table.
In an instant, a finely crafted teapot and two teacups appeared before them.
The teapot floated into the air on its own, pouring steaming tea into the two cups. One of them then drifted gently toward Wade, settling in front of him.
A rich aroma of black tea filled the air.
However, Wade made no move to touch the cup.
"This may be a dream," the figure said casually, "but the sensations you experience here are quite real. So why not have a sip before continuing your questions?"
Wade sighed and finally lifted the teacup to take a sip… The fragrance lingered on his tongue.
"A tea this exquisite probably only exists in dreams…" he mused before continuing, "Why do you also know Nightmare Magic? Are you from the Somnolen family?"
The shadowy figure shook his head. "No, I am not a mber of the Somnolen family. The reason I know this magic is because I was the one who created it. However, several decades ago, I did teach it to soone from the Somnolen family."
"That's impossible," Wade imdiately countered. "The manuscript recording this magic is at least a few centuries old. How could you have only taught it to them a few decades ago?"
The figure let out a helpless sigh. "What choice did I have? You specifically sought out dark magic from centuries past. I had to use so tricks to make sure that manuscript appeared to have the historical depth necessary to catch your interest."
"What the..." Wade looked at him in astonishnt. "You were watching while I was choosing dark magic?"
The figure exhaled again, as if speaking to a particularly slow student. "Wade, I know you far better than you think…
"In fact, the mont I discovered that you possessed the sa unique trait as I do, I wanted to communicate with you in your dreams.
"But you were too far away. The distance exceeded the limits of this magic. Even I could only barely manifest before you—I couldn't speak to you at all.
"Then, I realized you had unexpectedly inherited the Somnolen family's tower. And, by sheer coincidence, you happened to have a lighter imbued with Ancient Magic…"
Wade narrowed his eyes. "So, you guided toward the manuscript on Nightmare Magic, leading to practice it. Only by learning this magic would I be able to hear your voice in my dreams… and then, using the lighter, you were able to lead here?"
"Yes. I had to find a way to bring you before ," the figure admitted.
"....."
Wade fell silent for a long mont before suddenly asking, "Those white mists that appeared in my dreams… that was your doing too, wasn't it?"
"Yes…" the figure nodded.
"No wonder… But thanks to those white mists guiding , I was able to grasp the fundantals of Nightmare Magic much faster," Wade said thoughtfully.
"That was my intention… because I don't have much ti left. I couldn't afford to wait for you to learn Nightmare Magic at your own pace, so I had to give you a push. If you feel offended by that, I apologize in advance."
Wade stared intently at the shadowy figure before him. "Right now, apart from you and , is there anyone else who possesses the traits of Ancient Magic?"
"No. As of now, you are the only one I have found," the figure replied.
Wade took a deep breath. This guy… could he be the protagonist of Hogwarts Legacy?
That was a man who couldn't even attend a single class without taking out seven or eight people along the way.
And yet, he had ended up like this?
"Why couldn't you just approach directly?" Wade asked in a single breath. "Why go through all the trouble of contacting through dreams? And even now that I'm here, why can't you show your true face?"
"As I said at the beginning… I am a pitiful man enslaved by power. I failed my teacher's expectations… I absorbed too much Ancient Magic," the figure spoke with deep bitterness.
"By the ti I realized that the Ancient Magic within had grown too excessive, it was already too late. I paid the price for my arrogance… I am at constant risk of self-destruction. And when that happens, the explosion could be powerful enough to wipe out an entire city!"
"Back then, a friend of mine who was highly skilled in alchemy crafted a cloak for . This cloak could temporarily freeze all the Ancient Magic within , delaying my death."
"But at the sa ti, my own body was also frozen…"
"For safety's sake, my friends moved here, far away from people, and tried to figure out a way to solve my problem… In the end, I've been stuck here for decades."
"Now, my friends haven't visited in a long ti. Perhaps they have all passed away. I can no longer sense them…"
"I have no way of leaving, my friends are gone, so my only option was to contact you through dreams."
Wade asked, puzzled, "But if you can't even leave this place, how did you discover that I had this trait? And how do you know so much about ?"
The figure answered, "That brings us to Nightmare Magic… Do you know how I created this magic?"
Wade shook his head.
"You should be able to imagine what it's like—being trapped here, unable to move at all, for decades. The sheer boredom alone is unbearable. But the helplessness… the feeling of being completely powerless… that is far worse," the figure's voice grew more intense.
"Later, after I created Nightmare Magic, I was no longer as bored, nor as hopeless… As ti passed, I realized that the power of my dreams could extend outward, allowing to observe many, many things…"
Wade imdiately understood—this man had created Nightmare Magic simply because he was too bored.
For soone who couldn't move at all, a dreamscape that could change at will was the perfect ans of escape.
Perhaps, it was precisely because of this magic that this man hadn't been driven mad by the endless void and solitude.
No wonder his Nightmare Magic was so advanced…
This man, in his boredom, had managed to extend his dream powers outward to observe the world? That was terrifying…
"Your friends just left you here? Without checking in on you? Why didn't they at least take turns staying with you for a while?" Wade asked, confused.
"I told them to leave… I'm like a ticking ti bomb, ready to explode at any mont. It wasn't safe for them to stay here," the figure said, his voice filled with helplessness.
As much as he had longed for companionship…
"All of this was my own fault… I once promised my teacher that I could control this power. And yet…"
Wade cut to the chase, "So, how do you want to save you?"
"You also possess the ability to wield Ancient Magic… so—absorb ! Take so of the Ancient Magic within ! Only then can I be free again!"
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