In the memory simulation, a biting wind howled past, and winter snowflakes drifted down in flurries, laying a blanket of white across the entire world.
They gradually covered the forest within the memory simulation.
"The gods are in my hands right now? What the hell does that mean?" Ian stood amid the snow-covered landscape, the ground crunching beneath his feet.
His gaze remained fixed on Merlin, his brow slightly furrowed. Clearly, he was confused by what he had just heard.
"Exactly what it says." Merlin stood in the snowy landscape of the memory as well, his gaze resting on the Elder Wand Ian was idly playing with.
"The authority of the gods is contained within this wand." Merlin's voice echoed through the cold air, and his eyes held a complicated look.
Ian's eyes widened at once, his face filled with shock. Combining it with the scene he had just witnessed, he instantly understood what Merlin meant.
"So the reason Raven got stuffed was because Raven ate all the gods in the sky?" It had to be said, that was horrifying. It was no less explosive than the secret about Merlin from before.
Merlin sighed helplessly, a trace of reminiscence appearing on his face. "I don't know much either. When I was still a little wizard, I simply explored the world of magic in my own way. By the time I finally had the qualifications to delve into the mysteries of the gods, all traces of them had vanished without a trace. I only found some traces left behind by the gods."
No one in the world could likely solve the mystery of the gods' disappearance. Perhaps you really did something unknown to others." Merlin looked into the distance.
As though gazing upon that distant time in the past.
Ian fell