Ruger tilted his head. The Old Lunse Potion Shop had not been this large last time. It had not even had any neighbors next door.
He suddenly felt rather ridiculous. If he had merely lost his memories, if this stretch had been eaten away like a piece of meat from a skewer, then wasn't searching everywhere here just a battle of wits against the air and this ancient building? He would only be giving this building, which had stood for countless years and witnessed countless bizarre wizards, one more amusing thing to witness.
Despite thinking that, he still could not remember, so he set off down the corridor, measuring the vastness before him one step at a time.
He wanted to make sure the place really was that large, and the corridor really was that long.
It sounded rather foolish. He reassured himself that he was taking a walk after a meal, even though he had forgotten eating anything.
There seemed to be a paradox here. Since he already suspected it was an illusion, what was the point of walking through it himself? He raised his eyebrows. There was little he could do, so he could only judge it rationally, as a wizard would. He had already decided that if the place seemed genuinely that large, then it was real. Even if it were an illusion, anything so vast and realistic that it could trap a Two-Ring Wizard was beyond his ability to break anyway. He might as well treat it as real.
He was more inclined to believe everything before him was real. Otherwise, it would be difficult to find his stone slab in such a large place. Besides, after his previous experience at the Old Lunse Potion Shop, he did not believe he would ever put that slab