Mobata World

"Master?"

The Sphinx Guard seemed to have sunk into his memories. After a long while, he slowly replied, "Master called himself Orumba. It seemed he had arrived here a very, very long time ago. From the day I was born, it seemed there had not yet been any Spellcasters like you. This entire Plane had still been an extremely barbaric Plane. For some unknown reason, Master remained in this Plane for a very, very long time. Until three thousand years ago, Master always said he was dissatisfied, then he left, leaving us behind to guard this place."

Merlin studied the Sphinx Guard's memories. The three words "Orumba" were anything but ordinary in Morta script—they meant "beginning" and "origin."

What shocked Merlin even more was that someone had arrived in the Land of Glory when it was still barbaric. Would that not mean tens of thousands of years ago, or even longer?

Thinking of those enormous stone carvings from before, Merlin continued asking, "Were those carvings made by Orumba?"

"Correct. Master carved those stone tablets when he was bored. Back then, he seemed very interested in you Spellcasters."

Merlin fell silent. He was still digesting what the Sphinx Guard had just said. It was simply too shocking, too inconceivable. If all of it were true, then this Orumba was utterly terrifying. He had witnessed the development of the Land of Glory firsthand and witnessed the rise of Spellcasters.

He had left three thousand years ago—would that not have been when the Molta Empire collapsed?

This Sphinx Guard knew only this much. He also seemed to have been granted "life" by Orumba. There were no elemental fluctuations, nor had he cast any Spell. There were no fluctuations of divine power either. That ruled out the possibility of him being a Spellcaster or