"Silent mist wraiths? What do you mean?" Ian heard the familiar term and couldn't help but raise an eyebrow curiously. He had recently encountered such ominous creatures in the ancient city of Pompeii.
"I've learned some information. Medivh once harnessed a Goddess of Fate and raised a group of silent mist wraiths, but no one knows what he intends to do with them."
"I originally thought they were used to guard a tomb..." Merlin had obviously done detailed research on the tomb and its owner, but it was clear he realized his study and speculation might not be entirely accurate.
"Uh, when you say harnessed, do you mean what I think you mean? Is he serious?" Ian's focus was elsewhere, leaving Merlin speechless, unsure how to respond.
"In any case, be careful." Merlin sighed, feeling they had a communication barrier, perhaps a sign of the ideological disconnect between people from different eras.
Why are they concerned with trivial matters at such a time?
"I've always been very careful." Ian had been hiding in Merlin's shadow all along, continually fortifying himself on the journey, not knowing what more he could do to be cautious.
At that moment.
The path ahead suddenly forked, revealing two very different roads. One was still black and white, while the other subtly emitted a ray of color, tempting them forward. Merlin stopped, his brow furrowed, appearing hesitant, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.
One minute.
Two minutes.
Five minutes.
Ten minutes... Although Merlin's prophetic ability was strong, it seemed to be restricted here, and his expression grew increasingly grave, evidently not foreseeing much useful information.
"What do you think?"
He turned to seek help from the mysterious Ian.
"Which path do you think we should take?" Merlin tentatively asked, feeling Ian might hold some hidden information and perhaps could help determine the correct direction.
Ian glanced at the two roads, swiftly weighing his options internally.
"I feel both are dead ends... If it were up to me, I'd definitely handle it this way." Ian spoke softly, though his tone carried a hint of uncertainty.
"Uh."
Merlin's expression became even more serious upon hearing Ian's words.
He evidently felt Ian made a valid point.
"I can't see the correct direction." Despite Merlin fully operating his prophetic ability, a while later, he still helplessly sighed.
"Let me take a look..." Ian stepped forward, first observing the two roads with no end in sight, then hesitantly and uncertainly raised his Magic Wand.
Suddenly.
The little wizard gently waved his Magic Wand, and in the next moment, the two opposite roads began to disappear, followed by the appearance of a previously nonexistent path ahead.
Black and white and colorful specks danced, intertwining and merging into a bridge of the correct color, leading endlessly into the unknown.
"Oh, lucky, this is truly magical."
Ian's expression delightedly turned to Merlin.
Only to find Merlin's eyes fixed intently on him.
"Yes, very magical." Merlin's eyes twitched uncontrollably, his expression constantly changing - he hardly believed this was mere coincidence!
"Great Mage, lead the way quickly." Ian awkwardly scratched his head, then stepped back behind Merlin again. This cautious act made Merlin sigh incessantly.
"Can't you show a little courage?"
Though complaining, Merlin still took a step, and the two walked onto the floating bridge, continuously moving forward, with the scene behind them starting to blur.
As if traversing into a deeper level of space.
"I'm a bit afraid of heights."
Ian cautiously glanced down the bridge, into the unfathomable darkness, yet he could see numerous dark shadows stirring in the shadows beneath.
Those were... Dementors. The cold wind persisted, and Ian began to realize the chill of this realm might be related to the countless Dementors.
After all.
One Dementor was almost equivalent to a super chilling air conditioner.
"Did you see them?"
He spoke to Merlin.
"Yes."
Merlin, too, was observing the Dementors below. The dark world posed no negative effect on a Legendary Wizard; they could perceive the essence of things in places devoid of light.
"They haven't flown up to attack us." Ian could discern the Dementors' state, mostly in a half-asleep state, aimlessly wandering in darkness.
All Dementors carried a stone tablet on their backs, symbolizing unknown significance, with no inscriptions, yet weighing down on the Dementors' spines.
"I don't think this is Medivh's method of guarding his tomb; Soul-Sucking Demons are merely troublesome creatures." Merlin shook his head, retracting his gaze.
"Perhaps this isn't a tomb at all." Ian raised his hand, allowing snowflakes to flutter and fall onto it, displaying an impeccable white hue.
They continued to melt without leaving stains. Compared to snowflakes, perhaps these white specks more closely resembled bone ash, though it's unclear where they originate. They might come from the same person or different people, perhaps scattered down from the human world.