"Everyone in the temple is a wizard; only wizards can join the temple." The little girl didn't show a confused expression but rather gave a definite response.
"A group of wizards afraid of an alchemy creation, that's truly bizarre..." Although Ian had already realized this point, he couldn't help but sigh after hearing the little girl's answer.
"That's because of an ancient legend, a true legend. Whenever you awaken, a disaster occurs, a disaster that even wizards cannot withstand when they unite." A few traces of fear appeared on the little girl's face, and her voice trembled, just like the unease she showed when she first saw Ian.
"Firstly, I'm not a god, and secondly, the power of the wizards should not be underestimated. Every wizard possesses great power; the key lies in how you discover your own strength."
"Fear won't help you overco difficulties, but the magic you have can. Do not worship others; worship yourself. Consider yourself a god." Ian didn't know if his words would enlighten these ancient people from thousands of years ago; he just felt that the little girl's kindness deserved so guidance.
Ian's gentle persuasion.
The little girl neither agreed nor disagreed.
When she saw Ian heading toward the door, she imdiately followed.
"Everyone thinks the disaster is a punishnt you bring down, but now I understand, it's not like that. It's the disaster that cos first, then your awakening and rescue."
"You are the god of salvation, not the god of destruction! I rember all past histories! I firmly believe I've seen this clearly!" The little girl's tone carried a bit of excitent.
"Uh... I've always been awake; I'm really not so sleeping god... Of course, if I don't find the wizard I'm looking for, you might indeed face so disasters here."
Ian walked out of the temple.
The blinding sunlight made him squint his eyes unintentionally.
"The weather is nice." The little wizard raised a hand to block the sunlight, and in front of them was an open, large platform. The platform was paved with huge stones, with the passage of ti leaving deep and shallow marks on it.
"To be honest, I still want to know where exactly I am." Ian shielded his eyes from the sun and looked ahead, where an ancient majestic city unfolded before him.
The city was built against the mountain, its towering city walls surrounding it, spires of towers pointing to the sky, stone houses, arched bridges, and winding streets all exuding antiquity and solemnity.
This was clearly a city of considerable civilization.
"We are a city protected by Venus."
The little girl answered Ian's confusion.
"Is that smoke over there? Is there a fire?" Ian noticed the towering mountain beside the city and clearly saw wisps of black smoke rising from it.
To this.
The little girl seed unfazed.
"That's a volcano, it's always like this, only it's more active this year." The little girl also looked at the mountain, with a touch of gratitude in her tone.
"Every winter, our city relies on the geothermal heat it emits for warmth; it has helped many people." The little girl turned to look at the "god" beside her, only to find that this "god" had turned pale, with a blank stare, his neck stiffly turning also to look at her.
"What did you just say?"
Ian spoke with a tone of shock.
"That's a volcano."
The little girl repeated what she had already said, puzzled.
"Not that sentence, the one before that, where are we?" Ian's voice began to tremble slightly; he felt his hand holding the magic wand was shaking.
"This is Pompeii Cornelia, protected by Venus." The little girl perhaps thought Ian didn't understand, so she clarified the official na of the city in the outside world.
"..."
Upon hearing this, Ian.
He was completely frozen.
"Tom... what are you up to..."
In his multiple encounters with Voldemort.
For the first ti, the little wizard felt an eerie chill down his spine and... unease.
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