The Revival of the Old Days 1

Outside the memory magic.

Seeing that the young Saruman had begun to suffer contamination as well, the man in black robes looked somewhat astonished.

"Master, weren't you the only wizard who successfully purged that kind of contamination?" He had truly never known that his teacher's contamination had been so severe.

"Yes and no. As for what exactly happened, keep watching." The blind wizard did not answer, merely signaling for his disciple to continue observing the memory magic.

At the blind wizard Saruman's fingertips, a wisp of ghostly blue magical radiance, like a trembling firefly, traced ripples through the air before the black-robed student. The torrent of memory surged forth once more, sweeping its audience into a forgotten age—an adventure belonging to the young Saruman, filled with boldness and dread.

Saruman had been contaminated as well.

In a place like this, whether they wanted it or not, one fact could not be changed: the longer they stayed here, the worse the contamination became.

Before they could find a path to escape, there was no solution to this situation.

Because an hour later, they saw that color-changing magical mark again. The mark showed that time was indeed passing, and that they had truly returned to their starting point.

"Infinite Corridor..." Saruman murmured, finally understanding the name's true meaning. "This isn't a metaphor... This really is a space caught in an endless loop..."

Karg slammed a furious fist into the wall. "Damn it! Then how do we get out?"

Just then, Lina, on his back, suddenly began convulsing violently.

Her body started undergoing more obvious changes—her back arched, her bones twisted with a teeth-grinding sound, and scales spread beneath her skin at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Lina! Hang on!"

Saruman hurried forward, trying to ease her pain with calming magic.