When the sun rose, the swamp, known as a forbidden land, sprouted a white mist just like any other day.
Yet, today was different.
Suddenly, the tranquil swamp split open, revealing a narrow and pristine path.
Merlin, clad in a deep blue robe and wielding a long staff, stepped out from it. He casually tapped his staff on the ground, and as he moved forward, a staircase with clean and soft steps naturally formed one after another.
It was not until Merlin had completely left the swamp that the swamp, which had parted on either side like a living being, closed back up. The temporary steps also dissipated, collapsing back into a mound of muck.
"Jacob, that fellow, really knows how to cause me trouble."
Merlin sighed, adjusting his monocle with his hand.
However, despite his words, he did not look the least bit displeased at being troubled. On the contrary, he looked very spirited and full of enthusiasm.
