Though Merlin appears extremely cold, beneath this icy exterior lies an exceedingly fervent heart.
"Think carefully, William, do you have any other information to share? Because of you, we might have to endure another Red Signal event, with many lives lost; I hope their deaths are not in vain."
As Merlin spoke, he placed his hands on William's shoulders, his voice carrying both severity and pleading.
William's pupils slightly dilated; he seemed troubled, his expression twisted. Chaotic memories and erosion constantly affected him, and he was running out of time.
"Victoria Royal Family."
He thought of something.
