Deep within the Ruins of Knowledge, Lynch stepped into the familiar yet desolate grand hall. The broken stone pillars and peeling murals silently recounted the glory and deterioration of the past, pervaded by the unique scent of aged parchment and dust, as if time had frozen here.
"You've come."
A deep, slightly hoarse voice echoed in the hall, breaking a thousand years of silence.
Unlike the indistinct gray haze in his memory, this time, the energy surging in the center of the hall quickly gathered and solidified, finally outlining a clear human silhouette—
It was a middle-aged man in an ancient wizard robe, his features worn by the winds and frost, his gaze profound as if containing countless lost ages. He hung there quietly, seemingly merged with the ruins.
