Chapter 477

Fate's Closed Loop 5

The elderly Saruman lightly waved a finger.

Azure light flowed, and the scenes of memory began moving forward once more, slowly unfolding the encounter that had transcended time and space in the city of R'lyeh a thousand years ago, along with everything that followed.

"Later, I learned that boy's name—Ian Prince."

The ghostly azure images of memory swirled alongside elderly Saruman's deep, clear narration, as though affixing a definitive label to this ancient tale.

The truth and its price were about to reveal their cruel, weighty edge before the man in black. As elderly Saruman spoke Ian's name—the true protagonist's name—it seemed to possess some kind of magic, giving the image of that cold young man in the memory a touch of tangible reality.

Though that reality remained shrouded in the mists of legend and the paradoxes of time and space. Within the memory, the young Saruman and Karg still hid behind a toppled giant pillar, their hearts pounding wildly in their chests as they scarcely dared to breathe.

The oppressive force of Ian Prince's calm glance hung over their heads like a cold blade.

It lingered for a long while.

"We're dead!"

"We're going to die!"

"He's looking at us!"

Saruman and Karg felt as if their hearts had stopped, their throats tightening as their nerves stretched to the breaking point. Yet the attack, interrogation, or expulsion they had expected never came.

Ian merely withdrew his gaze indifferently, as if he had only happened to notice a speck of dust in the corner. He then turned all his attention back to the vast, intricate magic array on the ground.

"This must be the passage to Cthulhu's bedchamber—its place of slumber."

He frowned slightly, his pale fingers brushing over the array's etched lines once more. The