"Boom"

A low thunderclap rang out over the city, and a sudden heavy rain swept through the city.

May looked out the window with some concern at the dripping rain, and she was thinking about whether to pick up little Peter from school.

I don't know what's going on today...

Mei touched her heart.

She always felt uneasy, as if something important was about to happen.

Or rather, it's happening.

Meanwhile, in a fancy residential neighborhood in Manhattan, Thor stands in front of a window.

Asgard's former Thor frowned, surveying the clouds above the heavy rain.

He looked at the thunder and lightning dancing in the gloomy clouds, and he could feel the strange arrival of this rain.

"Some kind of sign?"

Thor breathed a sigh of relief, and he said:

"Is it a good thing or a bad thing?"

On the other side of the city, in the curtain of heavy rain, two men in cloaks stand on the edge of a tall building.

One is fat, the other is thin.

One yellow, one black.

The thin man looked in the direction of the Holy of Holies of Holy.

Beneath the hood, that face was expressionless.

"The magic is converging."

Behind the thin man, a fat man wearing a hood of the same style holds a special ritual instrument made of bamboo.

He stared at the direction in which the magic on the artifact flowed, and he said:

"Something is extracting the magic from the ground, like a hungry monster, and the source of its devouring is..."

"Holy of Holies of Holies of Holies of all,

Skinny Negro Says:

"In our holy land, evil rituals are going on, like the fallen lair of monsters that devour the heavens and the earth."

The black man gritted his teeth and said:

"The Supreme is probably dizzy... How could she come to such a ridiculous agreement with such a creature! ”

"Be careful!"

The chubby mage behind him was startled, he looked around, and whispered:

"Mordo, I know you're wary of all things evil, but the Supreme must have the Supreme mind... As those who serve the Supreme One, we should not speculate. ”

The thin man seemed to know that he had spoken arrogant and disobedient words, and he fell silent.

After a moment, he said to the fat mage behind him:

"Watch here, King, I'm going back."

"Is there something urgent?"

The fat mage named Wang said curiously:

"You're not someone who left your post without permission, Mordo, if there's something urgent, I can help!"

"No, nothing."

A smile twitched at the corner of Master Mordo's lips, and he patted his companion on the shoulder, and he said:

"It's just that Master Casillas of the London Sanctuary has an appointment, and I can't be late."

"Oh, okay."

The king nodded, and he looked back at the Holy of Holies and said:

"Then you go, I'll watch here."

In a leap of golden sparks, Mage Mordo stepped into the circular portal and disappeared into the pouring rain.

After he left, the king looked down at the artifact in his hand.

There was a hint of worry on his chubby face.

"The flow of mana on the East Coast has weakened by two-thirds, and the magic of the other Holy of Holies is being drained..."

"Supreme, what kind of terrible creature did you make a deal with?"

"Boom"

As soon as the king's muttering words fell, a dazzling thunderbolt swept across the rainy sky and landed over the Holy of Holies.

The light illuminated the gloomy city, and it also illuminated the stunned face of Master Wang.

"It's... Born with a vision! Is the demon born? ”

"Boom"

A thick thunderbolt struck the top of the Holy of Holies of Holies and the dancing light of the thunder seeped down the outer walls of the building and into the interior.

Visible to the naked eye, blue arcs of electricity swirled back and forth in the halls of the Holy of Holies.

Thousands of books stored throughout the Holy of Holies were swept up in a storm of magic.

The illusion of quicksand also occupies two-thirds of the space inside the Holy of Holies of Holy, and the songs of the underworld swaying in the illusion are like a landscape of annihilation.

The energy that shrouded the sarcophagus spreads, engulfing everything it touches.

"Smack"

The mahogany ladder groaned overwhelmedly, and in the tearing sound, the expensive timber was swept into the wind in the gloomy light.

"Retreat!"

The Frontier Queen shouted.

The crowd of onlookers immediately retreated to a higher ground.

Although it had long been expected that the scene of Merlin's resurrection would be quite popular, the scene that happened in front of them still made the onlookers feel heavy pressure.

Watching the excitement is also risky.

The defensive enchantments inside the Holy of Holies have been activated, and these enchantments laid by the true Supreme Mage are very powerful, binding this terrifying, engulfing storm of energy in the Holy of Holies to death.

Merlin asked the Ancient One Master to borrow the Holy of Holies to resurrect himself, but it was not just to absorb magic more conveniently.

There are only a handful of buildings in this world that can withstand the ravages of Heavenly Father's power and at the same time insulate dimensional exploration.

The Holy of Holies protected by the "Window of the World" is one of them.

Merlin didn't want to expose the truth of his resurrection too early, and only by hiding in the darkness could he see many details that he couldn't see in the light.

That's the advantage.

Advantages he must grasp.

"Look!"

Satana walked up the stairs, and after taking a few steps, she pointed to the hall below that was ravaged by powerful energy, and she let out a strange cry:

"Merlin's coffin board can't be pressed!"

The crowd immediately looked back.

Sure enough, just as Satana said, the lid of the sarcophagus was beating strangely above the purple sarcophagus covered by quicksand illusions.

It's like a corpse.

Of course, everyone present has seen the world, and it is impossible to be frightened by such a small scene.

"Normal! Don't panic! ”

Zatanna waved her hand, and she said:

"We can't get involved in this matter, we have a little confidence in Merlin, let's take care of ourselves first."

The storm that engulfed everything was spreading, and the magician gave the order, and everyone immediately dispersed.

They rushed higher to the Holy of Holies like refugees fleeing from the flood.

The building is clearly very clever in spatial magic, and the area inside is much larger than it seems.

But at this time, in the roaring storm of magic, everyone had a feeling of unsteadyness.

Gravitation...

The gravitational pull here is getting confused.

But that's a good thing.

This means that Merlin's body is almost reshaped, and the metal that has been incorporated is taking effect.

The outside world was chaotic, but the inside of the sarcophagus, like the eye of the storm, was incredibly calm.

In the quiet darkness, new life is being born, just like in the womb of the mother.

The warm, moist liquid was gently tumbling, and the power seed of the three houses was suspended in the center of the liquid, and the cracks on the seeds were spreading, as if they were about to bear fruit.

The orange light illuminated the green space, and in the flow of light, a jade-like skeleton was becoming whole.

Flesh and blood have been fused into it, and when the bones of sin are reshaped, Merlin will have a new, strong, pure body.

His ghost lies at the bottom of the sarcophagus.

In his hands, he held two of his own Horcruxes.

While his body is intact, his self-divided soul is also reunited.

It's a delicate process.

It's like playing a complex puzzle and you have to pay full attention.

Can souls that have already been split out be reshaped?

Yes, at least souls split in the form of Horcruxes are possible.

And the process of reinvention is not complicated.

Actually, it's pretty simple.

Confession.

All it takes is a sincere, unflinching confession for the soul fragments in the Horcrux to become one again.

But...

"I have nothing to repentance about."

In Merlin's soul vision, his body stood on a burning wilderness, and in the rising flames, he looked at the two selves in front of him.

That's the soul that has been split.

He said to them:

"I'm not guilty of killing Pierce and Fake Fury, that's what I have to do, and it's the right thing to do."

"But you must repent."

The other Merlin folded his hands and said:

"If you want to be whole again..."

"It's part of self-redemption, and we all hate this formalism, but since we have chosen this method, we have to follow its rules."

He winked at Merlin's body, and he said:

"It doesn't matter if you want to or not."

"Okay."

Merlin said dryly:

"Then let's talk about something else."

He looked back at the burning wilderness, and in the scorching wind he said:

"We didn't have a choice from the start, and we were driven by the whip on a path that didn't know where it went."

"The bad thing is that when you're walking the same road every day, it's easy to want to go the other way."

"When you're tired of never-ending provocations, respond and fight back."

"When you lost interest in protecting something, you always wondered if I should have taken it easier, if I should have left behind the things that made me feel tired..."

Merlin turned his head, and he looked at the other two himself, and those two Merlin were also looking at him.

He said:

"I'm talking about responsibility, mission, the things that have sustained us and bound us. Do you understand? ”

The other two Merlins nodded.

Obviously, they understand.

"Maybe this time to get out of the way, this rebirth is an opportunity for us."

Merlin stretched out his fingers, parting them, and said:

"Maybe we're tired of being heroes, and we'll want to try what it's like to be a villain... As they say, the world owes us. ”

"But does it really owe us?"

Merlin chuckled, and he shook his head.

He looked at the wildfire burning behind him, and said:

"No, it doesn't owe."

"It doesn't owe anything to anyone, it gives us the power to be human, and we don't waste it."

"We have worked hard to be true, we have long wanted to be treated with dignity as equals!"

Merlin tightened his fingers and clenched them into fists.

He turned back to the other two and said:

"Our dignity comes from freedom, not only from freedom of action, but also from the freedom to control our own destiny and no longer need to grovel."

"Our dignity doesn't need a handout from them, we'll get it ourselves!"

"Take it with dignity!"

"Our story isn't over yet, we haven't settled the account with them yet, we have to go on... Although I don't know what to do next. ”

"But I believe that if we look for it, we will find it!"

"That road must be ahead of us!"

There was a flash of fire in his eyes, and in the midst of the wildfire, which burned more and more violently, he said to the other two selves:

"When you're walking on the same road every day, it's easy to want to go the other way..."

"I try not to think like that."

"I'm also lucky."

"I chose the right path from the start, and we're going to keep going."

"We're all in this together!"

He held out his hand to them, and he said:

"If repentance is needed, then I repent."

"I'm sorry, guys, but I've spent so much time thinking about these useless things, and I've wasted so much time to understand..."

"Where we go is more important than where we come from."

"So, what happens next has nothing to do with this world!"

"So, the next thing is a personal vendetta."

"It's time to leave the past behind and get back on the road!"

The three Merlins clasped hands together in the burning wildfire, and they looked at each other.

"Give theirs back to them."

"Ours is left to us..."

Merlin's body closed his eyes, and he whispered:

"Take Merlin. In the name of Riley, we will embark on this path of disobedience, on this path of damnation, until the end. ”

"Boom"

The wildfire in the Wilderness of the Mind ignited Merlin's body.

In the burning flames, the three Merlins were ignited like wood, the flames tumbling and burning, and the scorching wind howled.

Between the ashes, the rift in the soul is mended in this unique confession.

It's like hot molten iron poured into torn metal...

There will always be ugly scars.

But it's complete.

It has been reborn in the flames.

"Click"

At the moment when Merlin's soul was reforged, the seed of power hovering in the sarcophagus... No, it can't be called a seed anymore.

The vines that stretched like light finally broke out of their shells, and it seemed to take root in Merlin's bones, splashing all over each of his bones in a streamer.

The bones of vanity have been forged!

The flesh revived on the bones, and the tumbling liquid was rapidly absorbed, shaping every muscle of Merlin's torso.

Merlin opened his eyes at the sound of liquid splashing.

A pair of blue eyes, as blue as the ocean and the sky.

"Ahem"

He coughed lightly.

So the storm ceased, and the rain stopped.

The whole world seemed to fall silent to listen to what he was about to say.

He opened the sarcophagus and stood naked.

Behind him, all that had been engulfed and annihilated was reshaped in a way that went back in time.

In the blink of an eye, the devastated Holy of Holies was transformed back into its solemn and quiet appearance.

He took a step forward.

The clouds dissipated and the sun shone down.

A dark red robe covered his smooth torso, long trailing trailing to the ground.

Merlin, with his long black hair hanging over his shoulders, walked over to the window and looked out.

Finally, he saw...

The familiar, the world for which he gave everything, even to the point of shattering, makes people love and hate.

"Hello, I'm back..."

He said.

"Boom"

The last thunderbolt resounded through the sky.

Then there is the first glimpse after the rain, and everything grows.

It all starts with a whisper and ends with... Thunderball.

The quiet world is noisy again.

It was as if he had regained his vitality and seemed to show him the best side.

He raised his hand slightly, and with a loud hiss, Victor, the Raven Spirit, flapped his wings and landed on his arm.

The bird, which had not been seen for a long time, affectionately pressed its head to Merlin's cheek, telling the simple longing.

Light shone into the hall through the windows, casting Merlin's figure on the ground, and onlookers descended the stairs as they watched Merlin's back.

Merlin turned his head, a warm smile on his white face.

He said:

"Guys, I'm back."

Merlin...

It's back.