Terrifying Massacre!

To be honest.

Ever since beginning his journey through time, this was the first time Ian had ever panicked like this. Whether he had faced the Titan in the distant past or evil gods in ancient Egypt, he had never been this frightened.

This time, he was truly panicking.

Who could have possibly imagined it?

This was not some ancient ruin discovered by the African Ministry of Magic. This was clearly... a forbidden divine realm that no living being should ever set foot in, one that could drive even gods mad!

And at this moment, he stood before the... gates of this legendary city.

"R'lyeh..."

The name seemed to carry a cold magic of its own as it was forced with difficulty from Ian's lips. His voice sounded exceptionally weak in the dead-silent plaza.

Yet it seemed to have disturbed an ancient slumber. An unprecedented chill instantly swept through his entire body, colder and more bone-deep than anything he had felt when facing any powerful foe or falling into any desperate situation.

This was not a gap in power, but an overturning of everything he knew—and the terror that came with it. He, Ian, a wizard pursuing the truth of magic, was standing in a forbidden land that existed only in the maddest, most unspeakable myths—the city where Cthulhu, one of the Old Ones, lay sleeping!

Damn it!

J. K. Rowling had never said that Harry Potter's world came with Cthulhu mythology!

Ian felt as though he had been thoroughly screwed. This was no longer an adventure; he was touching the festering sore of the universe, awakening a nightmare that might devour even gods!

Even with Ian's iron will and first-rate emotional control, a scalp-prickling horror rose within him at that moment.

"I don't want to become Cthulhu." Almost instinctively,