Perhaps in some more unusual worlds, Pocket Dimensions were quite common. But in the world of Harry Potter, they were truly rare.
Most of the time, only certain special organizations, such as the Department of Mysteries, and the gods who had not yet perished in this era possessed Pocket Dimensions. A temple, though it was a place dedicated to the gods, did not seem like the sort of place that could contain a Pocket Dimension.
For that reason, Ian also believed it was unlikely that the people in the temple had hidden the embryo inside a Pocket Dimension. The most likely possibility was Spatial Folding.
Much like the Room of Requirement, there was no visible door here, but with a special method, one could open the folded space.
Of course.
Even with Ian's magical attainment, cracking such a concealed spell in a short time was absolutely impossible.
He lacked many necessary supporting measures. Relying solely on magical analysis to decipher it would probably take two or three days.
Ian certainly did not have that much time to remain here. As the sun slanted westward, the ever-thinking Ian arrived at the observatory at the top of the temple. The view was broad, overlooking the entire city of Memphis. The golden-red afterglow coated the city in a layer of blood-colored light, while the Nile River resembled a winding bronze ribbon, reflecting the last rays of the setting sun.
Ian leaned against the window and watched the sun gradually sink below the horizon. Today's sunset looked especially strange. The edge of the sun was irregularly serrated, as though something had gnawed at it. Stranger still, the instant the sun vanished completely, he clearly saw a flash of blue light on the horizon—like someone reflecting sunlight with a Mirror.
"Yes. If the Sun God