Lina was talking in her sleep.
However, the details of the eating language are vague.
This bizarre phenomenon shrouded everything in an even thicker fog of mystery.
Karg scratched his head in frustration, looking at the green area within the city that was gradually calming down but still retained terrifying Magic Power Fluctuation. He muttered in a low voice, "It's not this, it's not that, so where the hell did this monster come from? It couldn't have just sprung from a rock, could it?!"
The moment Karg uttered those almost cathartic words, a bolt of lightning seemed to strike Saruman's mind! He abruptly straightened up, his silver eyes blazing with an unprecedented light. All his previous confusion and contradictions seemed to find a possible direction at that moment.
Of course, although it's an equally far-fetched explanation, it's certainly quite possible!
He slowly turned his head to look at Karg, then at the utterly illogical and desolate world around him, and at the stone tablet that read " The Realm of Non-Time." His voice trembled slightly with excitement, but this time, it was more of a chilling sense of approaching the truth.
" Karg —do you remember what's written on the stone tablet? 'The Realm of Non-Time' —what if—what if this place could truly disrupt time and distort the continuity of spacetime?"
He took a deep breath and, word by word, uttered the conjecture that even shocked himself. "Then perhaps—we and that Legend in the city" are not even from the same time and space."
People?!
As expected of a young genius Wizard who had already touched the threshold of Legend, after eliminating all conventional possibilities, he turned his gaze to the deepest and most unattainable realm. For a moment, with his extraordinary wisdom and keen intuition, combined with the puzzling hints on the stone tablet, he actually touched the edge of part of the truth.
However, he was only half right.
R'lyeh, this Forbidden Land, is indeed affected by laws beyond the norm of spacetime, with turbulent and folded flows of time. However, Ian within the city does not come from the more ancient "past" as he speculated, but rather from—a point in time after their own.
That "future" that has not yet happened.
"Huh? So that's how it works?" Saruman's "spacetime displacement" conjecture was like a burning meteorite thrown into thick darkness, instantly illuminating Karg's mind, which was filled with chaos and despair, but also bringing a deeper chill from the cognitive level.
"No—not the same time and space?" Karg opened his mouth wide enough to fit a Dragon Egg. He looked around at the desolate, lifeless world, as if even Time Itself had died, and then looked at the R'lyeh City stood silently under the dim sky, exuding an ancient and mad aura. An indescribable sense of absurdity and insignificance seized him.
Time? Spacetime?
These concepts are too abstract, and too terrifying, for a soldier.
"You mean—that guy in the city might be from—the past? Or—the future?"
Karg was trying to keep up with the other person's train of thought.
"It can only be the past!" Saruman almost subconsciously and decisively denied the possibility of the "future." In his mind, time is a long river flowing in one direction; the past is fixed and can be explored, while the future is a mysterious fog full of infinite possibilities.
How could there possibly be a definite "existence" flowing upstream from the future?
"It can only be from some ancient era unknown to us, existing in a historical gap! An ancient being who achieved Legend before the records of our known A History of Magic, and who was trapped here for some reason, or who entered this place voluntarily!"
Saruman spoke with a firm tone.
This is not just wishful thinking on his part.
after all.
Logically speaking, if Legendary Wizard can no longer be created now, how could they possibly be Legend in the future? Therefore, this Legend can only come from the past.
This might also explain the mysterious disappearances of many Legend.
The more he talked, the more reasonable the explanation seemed to be; all the previous conflicts appeared to have found a solution.
"Yes, only in this way can we explain why his power is so great yet leaves no trace in the history we know! Only in this way can we explain the childlike quality of his voice—perhaps in his time, some kind of magic or racial characteristic made their voices naturally like that!"
"Or perhaps he was indeed very young when he became Legend, but his era has long been buried by time!" Saruman could accept that the ancient prodigies became Legend earlier than himself.
Because he didn't live in an era of abundant resources, even though he felt his talent was no less than anyone else's, he still acknowledged that ancient geniuses could indeed become Legend at a very young age.
"Forehead----"
Karg listened to Saruman's analysis, his mind felt like a Troll. He Hard Work to understand. " Legend from ancient times—?"
Is this really possible?
In his gaze toward R'lyeh City, besides the previous awe, there was now a greater sense of alienation and uncertainty in the face of "antiquities".
The feeling of sharing a place with someone from a different time and space is extremely strange.
"Very likely!" Saruman nodded emphatically, and began pacing quickly around the stone tablet, his silver eyes flashing with a mixture of excitement and solemnity.
"This R'lyeh," the inscription on the stone mentions "eternal slumber" and "the Great Old Ones," it may itself be an ancient ruin that has spanned a long period of time, or even a point in time or a graveyard!
Through that stone door, we not only traversed space, but more likely—entered a region where time flows at different speeds, or where the rules of time are chaotic!
Saruman is conducting an analysis.
He paused, carefully sensing the lingering, Legend -level death Magic Power Fluctuation in the air, trying to glean more information. "If that's truly the case—then our previous plans will have to be completely altered. A Legend from an unknown ancient era, his way of thinking, his purpose, his attitude towards us—"
Everything is uncertain. Making any rash moves could be far more risky than we imagine!
Karg also realized the seriousness of the problem. If the other party were a contemporary, no matter how evil, there would still be a basis for communication and a shared cognitive framework. But a Legend from an ancient era, whose way of thinking might be completely different—who knows how he would view these two "uninvited guests"?
Should they be regarded as ants to be crushed at will, or as interesting experimental subjects?
"Then—what do we do? Should we continue following him?" Karg's voice was hesitant.
Saruman remained silent in response.
He looked at the unconscious Lina, the scales on her face reflecting a greasy sheen in the dim light, her breathing so faint it seemed it might stop at any moment. He then looked at the black lines on Karg's arms and neck, which seemed to writhe slowly like living creatures. They had no time. Staying here meant waiting to die.
Venturing into the city to confront the unknown ancient Legend is an adventure, but perhaps—there is still a glimmer of hope.
"We need more information." Saruman finally made his decision, his voice regaining its calm and decisiveness. "We can't rush into the city, but we can't give up observing either. We need to know what he's fighting, his condition, and—whether he intends to leave or has a way to do so."
Saruman spoke, turning his gaze back to the stone tablet. "This stone tablet is key. Since it records the name 'R'lyeh ' and those warnings, perhaps there are more records about the spatial and temporal characteristics of this place, and even—perhaps—clues about that ancient Legend!"
He decided to continue deciphering the more complex and dangerous passages on the stone tablet at all costs. Karg nodded and gripped his greatsword tightly. Whether the opponent was a monster, a dark Wizard, or Legend from ancient times, protecting Saruman and Lina and finding a way to survive was his duty and his only belief.
Just as Saruman was about to immerse himself once more in deciphering the stone tablet, that childish voice rang out again from the direction of R'lyeh City. But this time, it wasn't a declaration of magic, but rather carried a clear, discernible impatience that seemed to pierce through the mists of time and space.
"This is really... never-ending."
The voice remained cold, but the trace of "human" emotion it contained—impatience—was like a glimmer of light, instantly piercing through the image of the "ancient unknown being" that Saruman had previously constructed.
Saruman's movements suddenly froze.
This tone—this hint of youthful weariness with repetitive trouble—could this really be the emotion of a Legend being from distant antiquity, with a completely different way of thinking?
A more absurd, more unbelievable thought, yet one that subtly resonated with a certain intuition, crept into his mind like a poisonous vine sprouting in the darkness—the "childishness" of that voice wasn't due to the characteristics of an ancient race, but rather because—he himself was still very "young"?
This idea does have some merit.
Saruman instinctively suppressed his thoughts, afraid to delve deeper. But the seed of doubt had already been planted. The fog of time and space seemed even thicker and more eerie than they had imagined. And the truth remained hidden behind the distorted architecture and boiling green Magic Power of R'lyeh.
Waiting to be revealed.
In the time that followed, Saruman's "spacetime distortion" conjecture was like a boulder thrown into their hearts. Before the ripples it stirred up could subside, new developments in R'lyeh City drew their attention back to the distorted and eerie complex of buildings.
After that clear, impatient "This is just... never-ending," the fighting within the city not only didn't stop, but erupted in an even more intense and astonishing way!
It is no longer just the single " Avada Kedavra " or the far-reaching " Avada Plague ".
"That person is entangled 1" This time, the two felt a more complex, more unpredictable, and also more dangerous battle rhythm.
At times, dense, rain-like green light of " Avada Kedavra " would rain down, like a barrage of deadly arrows, at an alarming frequency, splashing out in all directions from some corner of the city.
Each green beam was precise and deadly, as if dozens of Death were wielding their scythes simultaneously. This casting speed was completely beyond Saruman's understanding of "rapid casting." It was no longer a skill, but an instinct, or rather, an application of the rules.
At times, the chilling " Avada Plague " would erupt again, the green cloud of death like a living tide, sometimes contracting and condensing into a death torrent that pierced through obstacles; at other times it would suddenly spread, attempting to engulf large areas. Its Magic Power contained the power to annihilate all life.
"This is terrifying! The power of Legend!" Even from such a great distance, Saruman and Karg felt a stinging sensation on their skin, and their souls seemed to be groaning.
But what chilled them to the bone even more was the aftermath of the battle.
They could see that the twisted towers within the city, constructed of huge green stones and defying the laws of physics, collapsed like building blocks kicked by a naughty child under the impact of some invisible force. Debris flew everywhere, stirring up clouds of dust, which was even tinged with an ominous dark green.
They could hear not the explosions of magical clashes, but a deeper, more terrifying sound, like mountains groaning, like the earth tearing apart. Sometimes it was an extremely sharp shriek, as if it could pierce eardrums, a sound that did not belong to any known creature; other times it was a strange hum so low that it was almost imperceptible, yet it could make one's internal organs resonate, as if it came from the depths of the earth's crust, or from some indescribable dimension.
The Magic Power turbulence in the air also became extremely violent and chaotic.
Besides that signature, chilling death Magic Power, it was mixed with other indescribable energy auras—some carrying the damp chill and oppression of the deep sea.
Some energies emanated a void akin to the annihilation of stars, while others were filled with a blasphemous, pure, and insane will. These energies collided, eroded, and annihilated each other, and the resulting aftershocks, like an invisible storm, swept across the wasteland outside the city, fluttering Saruman's silver robes and Karg's hair.
It carried a chill that penetrated to the bone.
"Damn it—what the hell is going on in there?" Karg couldn't help but curse under his breath, instinctively moving the unconscious Lina further behind him, as if that would shield him from the invisible danger.
He gripped the greatsword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
As a seasoned warrior, he could roughly judge the scale and intensity of both sides by the movements of the battle. But the scene before him was completely beyond his experience.
This is not a military-level confrontation at all; it is more like a devastating collision between two, or a few, but each of them possesses the power to move mountains and overturn seas!
Saruman's expression became even more solemn than before. He even temporarily abandoned his study of the stone tablet and focused intently on sensing the energy changes within the city.
"I can't even imagine—" his voice was hoarse, "That Legend —he faced far more than one enemy! And each one was extremely formidable!"
It's hard to imagine.
What kind of enemy could possibly make a Legend so difficult to fight? Even the weakest Legend could easily slaughter Saruman.
It's terrifying to think about.
This is truly terrifying to think about.
Saruman was also glad that he and his companions hadn't rashly entered earlier.
otherwise.
His ashes are probably cold by now.