Does Magic Exist?

Ismael touched the floating clock in a silvery-lit tunnel inside the dungeon, and Calus tried to pull him away, but they both vanished into the distance like a time-traveling experience.

Until they lost all sight and once more blended with the darkness

"Ouch!" While massaging the back of his head, Calus exclaimed.

Despite feeling at ease. He lay down on something, and that was enough to identify it as a bed.

His eyes were first fuzzy when he tried to widen them for a few seconds, but after that, they became clearer, and he did so again.

"I'm in my room, right?" His voice echoed inside as he questioned.

While his eyes were shaky, his brows were beginning to droop.

They were moving around when he suddenly began to look in the mirror.

He was dressed as himself, right? Nighttime attire? What was going on?

The dungeon, the tunnel inside the location that was illuminated with silver rays, and how a floating clock appeared were the last things he remembered.