Three days later, a young man who only seemed to be in his twenties came to Lin Yun. Looking at the young man who was only a Great Mage, Lin Yun put on a weird expression.
The young man had Agalon's face, but his hair was unkempt, and his clothes reeked with an indescribable smell. His hands were also stained because of alchemy experiments. He couldn't have looked more like a weirdo.
"Merlin, why are you here?"
Agalon seemed rather anxious. Obviously, he hadn't quite figured out what was going on yet, and he was shocked to see Lin Yun.
"Merlin, this is a goddamn trap. This is the Kingdom of Nightmares. Someone lured me to this place. I've even lost in touch with my Natural Demiplane. Why are you here?"
Agalon seemed quite nervous, and he had every reason to be. The war between the Leviathan Plane and the Plane of the Undead was continuing. Also, the channel was getting more and more stable. He didn't have much time.
