Whoosh, whoosh.
Two rays of light flickered faintly, and then two figures appeared.
Merlin and the old man in black robes had both arrived in an unfamiliar place. There were several enormous statues here as well, covered in dense runes. They felt exceedingly mysterious and emanated an ancient aura.
"We've finally arrived. This is the Floating City!"
After looking around, the old man in black robes smiled faintly and spoke softly to Merlin.
Merlin pulled back the black hood covering his head, revealing his young face. He looked around. This place already resembled a prosperous town, though there were fewer people, and mysterious runes and waves of elemental fluctuations filled the surroundings.
"Let's go. This is only the outskirts of the Floating City. It's livelier inside."
The old man in black robes smiled, then acted as their guide, walking ahead and leading Merlin into the Floating City.
Just as the old man in black robes had said, the Floating City was indeed bustling. The moment they entered it, waves of clamor poured into their ears. The streets were filled with people coming and going—men, women, elders, and even children. People of every appearance strolled casually through the streets.
Of course, none of them were ordinary people. At the very least, they were Novice Spellcasters.
Moreover, these Spellcasters were all exceedingly strange. Some had ferocious, terrifying poisonous insects wrapped around their bodies, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, making others shudder at the sight. Some Spellcasters had even grown into the shapes of monsters, many times more terrifying than Mage Leo.
There were people of every bizarre and grotesque shape. Merlin had truly broadened his horizons.
Led by the old man in black robes, Merlin continued down the street. Suddenly, he saw an ugly Spellcaster with long brown hair ahead