Chapter 470

Lina was muttering in her sleep.

But the content of her murmurs was indistinct and incoherent.

This bizarre phenomenon cast an even thicker veil of mystery over everything before them.

Karg irritably raked a hand through his hair. Looking at the green area within the city, which was gradually settling down yet still radiated terrifying magical fluctuations, he said in a muffled voice, "Not this, not that—then where the hell did that monster come from? Don't tell me it just popped out of a rock?!"

The instant Karg's near-venting remark fell, it was as though lightning flashed through Saruman's mind! He abruptly straightened, unprecedented light erupting in his silver eyes. All the confusion and contradictions from before seemed to have found a possible direction at this moment.

Of course, it was still an equally inconceivable explanation—but it was indeed highly possible!

He slowly turned toward Karg, then looked around at this deathly silent world that utterly defied common sense, and at the stone stele inscribed with "Realm of Non-Time." His voice trembled with excitement once more, but this time, it held more of the horror that came with nearing the truth.

"Karg—do you remember what the stele says? 'Realm of Non-Time'—what if—what if this place really can disrupt time and twist the continuity of space-time?"

He took a deep breath and, word by word, voiced a conjecture that stunned even himself. "Then perhaps—we and that legendary figure in the city... are not from the same space-time at all?"

Worthy of being a brilliant young wizard who had already touched the threshold of legend, Saruman turned his gaze toward the deepest and most inaccessible domain—time—after ruling out every conventional possibility. With his extraordinary intellect and keen intuition, combined with the baffling clue on the stele, he had actually touched upon the