Yes.
An ancient age when gods and dragons danced together.
Although Ian knew this might merely be one of his bold guesses, he still felt the possibility was extremely high. The magic used by the Black Robe Wizards who had appeared earlier had not only carried the distinctive aura of magic, but had also given him the same feeling as the divine arts used by the gods he had encountered before.
Only someone like Ian, who had truly seen gods, could distinguish the difference. Had it been anyone else from Hogwarts, even Dumbledore probably would not have felt what he did.
"If that's really the case... then the histories of wizards, and even of the gods, may have to be rewritten." Ian privately clicked his tongue at his own speculation. There was more than one reason for his guess.
At this moment.
Ian stood upon a devastated stretch of earth. Apart from the patch beneath his feet protected by his own magic, nearly the entire surrounding area had become charred, cracked ground.
The air was thick with the lingering acrid sweetness of Embers after burning, mixed with the scent of roasted meat.
These were the traces left behind by the Black Robe Wizards—they had just hunted a Dragon with magic comparable to Meteor Shower of Fire. Since the world had not reset, naturally the traces of the hunt remained.
Although the sky had cleared.
The natural environment destroyed by the Black Robed Woman and the others still remained. Just as rain began to fall once again, Ian sensed that ancient magical aura again.
The raindrops fell slowly, yet they were not icy cold. Instead, they carried a strange warmth and halo. The instant every drop touched the ground, it seemed to awaken sleeping seeds. Faint green began to emerge from