The Watchman

In the white halo, it was like another world. Luxurious buildings were everywhere, all in the Vestigial Tribe's style. Nonetheless, these buildings were all empty, without a single inhabitant.

The Three-headed man and the giant tortoise both endured the massive gravitational force. They were unlike Merlin, so they had to bear the huge pressure while Merlin was not bothered in this aspect. His body of Mind Power was unaffected by the gravity.

"This was the Vestigial Tribe's city?"

Merlin walked around casually, discovering that in the white halo was the Vestigial Tribe's city. These buildings were tall and crowded together, possibly able to house more than ten thousand Vestigial Tribe members.

However, everything was empty now as if somewhat had completely vacated the city.

"You both have been here before. What happened exactly?"