618. Merlin's Prophecy

"Achoo..." Merlin raised his hand to rub his waist, "Who's talking about me? Don't they know I can sense it?"

A sudden heavy weight pressed down on him, and a pair of slender white arms wrapped around Merlin's shoulders, hugging him tightly, as if afraid he would slip into the teleportation gate and escape.

The beautiful girl gently advised:

"Rest for a moment longer."

Thick fog brooded over the entire world, and the distant gloomy mountains echoed with the wails of the dead from time to time. They were in the middle of an empty wasteland, where only scattered stones and thorns adorned the land.

However, the bed they lay upon was incongruously luxurious, with the cotton bedding so extravagant that it surpassed even the king's, and the bed frame decorated with gems and rare treasures worth nearly half a city.

As Merlin gazed at the barren world, he sighed:

"I didn't expect it to be like this here. I thought it would be more prosperous, or chaotic."