The time quickly arrived at the appointed day.
Uther brought Ron to the Ritual Room he had been preparing for a long time, and connected with the other two participants.
The surface of the Time Mirror roiled like bubbling mercury.
The first figure solidified first, accompanied by the rustling sound of ancient pages turning.
It was a burly middle-aged man with a meticulously trimmed gray-white beard.
He wore a deep blue Wizard's Robe with a classical style, the fabric finely crafted.
The most eye-catching was the peculiar ornament hanging from his waist.
Seven Ancient Coins from different eras, each emitting unique magic power fluctuations, representing the currency system of a vanished civilization.
"Finally, I can once again sense the breath of the material world..."
Gould took a deep breath.
"The slumber in the Specimen Library may be peaceful, but..."
He gently stroked the Ancient Coins on his chest, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes:
