Helheim, a world shrouded in death and cold. Everything here had been dyed in shades of black and white, as though even time had been stripped of its rightful colors.
And yet.
In a world where everything was either black or white, Ian still retained his normal colors. Clearly, he had not been affected by this world.
Although every living thing on this land had been stripped of flesh and magic, reduced to black and white, Ian—the young Legendary Wizard—still retained his normal senses.
His presence was especially conspicuous in this dead-silent world.
Not only had he not been stripped of his magic, but even his physical body remained intact. He did not feel the slightest discomfort, forming a stark contrast with Merlin, who was already in a soul state.
No wonder Merlin had been so shocked.
Anyone with a functioning brain would probably realize something was wrong.
"How is this possible?" Merlin murmured. He could not understand what lay before him. He knew Helheim's rules well. Any living being that stepped foot here, no matter how strong or weak, should have obeyed this world's laws.
"Uh..."
Ian lowered his head and looked at his hands. The cold wind of the underworld howled around him, making him feel a faint chill, but it did not affect the sensitivity of his fingers.
"I don't know either." Ian blinked, pretending to be confused. "I'm just a twelve-year-old Young Wizard. I'm still a kid. What could I possibly know about Helheim?"
"In fact, the past few days were the first time I'd ever gone far from home. At my age, I should be at school playing little tyrant..." The Young Wizard was hardly innocent and naive.
Still, he was telling the truth. His face was sincere, and his eyes held a trace of