The room was filled with an atmosphere where age and mystery intertwined.
The light was dim and murky.
Dust drifted wildly through the faint glow.
The Black-Robed Skeleton seemed to enjoy staying in such an environment. Whenever Ian left the Room of Requirement, she would sometimes alter the décor he had originally preferred.
"I still don't even know your name."
Ian looked straight at the Black-Robed Skeleton, unable to stop a wave of emotion from rising in his heart. Once such a dazzling and lively goddess, she was now nothing more than a white skeleton.
How could such a scene, where everything had changed beyond recognition, not move him deeply? The gods were dead, magic was gone... No one could have predicted how this world would change.
Ian wondered curiously what had happened to the Black-Robed Skeleton and those so-called gods, reducing once-unrivaled powerhouses to their current state.
At that thought.
Ian's gaze naturally shifted to the wand in his hand, his eyes full of curiosity as he thought to himself, I wonder whether the skeleton goddess's power is hidden inside this wand.
The wand's core was a Raven feather. According to Merlin, it contained the power possessed by the gods. Perhaps the Black-Robed Skeleton's divine power had also been stored within it.
"So it gathers divine authority..." Ian subconsciously flicked his wand, but aside from the movement of air, none of the strange phenomena he had hoped for—such as Sun God Power—appeared.
This did not surprise Ian. He had merely had a sudden idea and hoped to "borrow" some power. Unfortunately, his wand did not respond to such a request.
Perhaps the wand was connected to his heart and knew he was the sort of person who would never repay anything he "borrowed." The Young Wizard pursed his lips,