[December 7, 1000 Lost Era, Wild Wasteland. Clear.
An eagle slept in a dove's nest.
What I meant was, Merlin and that elf had been gone for over a century anyway, so staying in their room probably wasn't a breach of etiquette.
At worst, I could send a letter back to Dragon Gold City. Merlin should still be "working" at the Golden Oak. I could also ask what exactly he had done in the Wasteland a hundred years ago—
"I took in a destitute painter on a whim, only to discover he was a big-shot mage." I thought that sort of bullshit only happened in novels.
But judging by the information and timeline available, Merlin Hal, the Archmage of the Wizard Tower, must have arrived in the Wasteland during the tide of chaos and lived with a Wasteland elf for a while.
During that time, they established four Food Cellars whose resources would never run out, jointly developed source essence as a replacement for Obelisk Tower technology, and quelled the tide of chaos ravaging the continent.
Afterward, they each left the Wasteland, leaving the descendants of House Hal to pass down the secrets of "source essence" and the "medium" through the generations—]
Tang Qi watched the final line gradually fade away, as though its ink were losing color. He realized the truth might not be so simple. "So which part was wrong? Merlin left the Wasteland, but the elf didn't?"
With no other choice, he changed the ending to [The rest of the story is to be continued. Stay tuned for the next installment.]
"Achoo!"
He sneezed hard. "Don't tell me some poet following my updates is calling me a cliffhanger bastard?"
"Achoo!"
In the Tyron Empire, Geya sneezed hard. Looking at the words flowing across the black Stone Tablet,