Wizard: Stronger through Marriage Chapter 1293 - 602: Tolling Judgment Begins

At this moment, a continuous ringing of bells came from the distant clock tower, each strike beating into the core of everyone’s pulse, causing heartbeats to resonate. Some young sorcerer knights couldn’t help but clench their fists and hold their breath.

"Guardians’ Judgment" procedure has been initiated—this is the highest law of the guard teams throughout generations and the most solemn ritual to protect the world’s foundation.

At this juncture, no one can be an exception, and no destiny can be reversed; you can only comply with the decree, resolve crises with wisdom, and bear the mission with faith!

Outside the courtyard, the mist gradually dispersed, revealing half of a pale moon peeking from thick clouds, its faint glow draping a veil of fantasy over the entire Royal Court.

And at the corner of the courtyard, the chilling wind blew, causing the fallen leaves to scatter and intertwine with the falling snow, as if nature itself was silently blessing and wishing for the upcoming new Chapter...

The leader of the guards stood quietly, his hands resting on the sword hilt at his back, his chin slightly raised as he looked towards the distant gray sky: "The true test has just begun, we cannot retreat, for this is our era!"

Under the eaves, a large magic array shielded by a ghostly blue glow faintly emerged, each intricate pattern weaving together in a complex yet orderly manner, aligning with the earth’s elemental veins, maintaining balance despite wild twists and precise rhythms.

This is the final defense line refined by the Silver Moon Royal Court over millennia, and it is an indispensable cornerstone for resisting the erosion of calamities in the future.

David took a deep breath of the cold air and opened his eyes again, revealing contemplation.

He knows that this life bears not just the rise and fall of one person’s honor, but the destiny and direction of an entire tribe, an entire continent, and even all worlds above and below.

On this solemn night, he resolves to respond to all challenges with a life oath:

"No matter how perilous the road ahead, I will keep my promise and not disappoint the hopes of all beings!"

Though his voice lacked the resounding vigor of the battlefield yesterday, it conveyed more determination and solemnity, akin to the first ray of dawn piercing the endless night, igniting a beacon of hope for all who yearn for dawn...

Time passes slowly and heavily, the lights in the great hall flicker and cast lively shadows as people leave in succession, preparing to face the impending "Guardians’ Judgment."

David stood at the hall entrance, gazing at the star gnomon, which had just undergone the shaking of an oracle and appeared even more solemn.

Its ancient and complex design displayed the exceptional wisdom of the Elf civilization during its glorious years, yet at this moment, it was operating in a strange manner.

Liya approached David, bearing a hint of concern as she lightly frowned, her gaze fixed on the pale blue light projected by the star gnomon. Those runes gradually surfaced in the void, exuding a fragmented and chaotic aura, as if torn by an invisible force.

"These runes... are not ordinary arcane symbols." Liya tightly grasped her frost staff, speaking softly, with difficultly concealed shock and anxiety in her voice, "They point to an ancient and long-forgotten location—’time corridor’."

The hall was filled with shimmering magical aura, intertwined with the cold wind, embodying a gentle yet incredibly sharp chill.

The flickering lights reflected the worries on everyone’s faces with exceptional clarity.

The sorcerer knights stood quietly, and most of them had eyes flashing with a mix of nervousness and expectation.

Cynthia suddenly stepped forward, she pointed her finger at the icy blue rune on her chest, and the lines slightly glowed as she moved.

"I feel..." she paused, "an incredible resonance between the star gnomon and your Chaos Core Meditation Method, David."

Everyone turned to look at David; at the center of his chest, the warm blue salvational divine light faintly shone, and this power seeped like an undercurrent into the depths of his bloodline, generating a strange and strong response to the information projected by the star gnomon.

"Resonance?" Liya furrowed her brows, "What does this mean? Is our action awakening deeper mysterious forces?"

"Perhaps," Cynthia bit her lip in contemplation, "this is not a coincidence, but a destiny calling, a door opening slowly to unknown realms."

Air instantly grew tense, every breath in the hall was extraordinarily clear and weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts.

Those guards at the boundary in the distance also felt the energy wave, gripping their shields tighter, while vigilantly observing the moving shadows around.

Even the corrosive aura lingering in the sky seemed to become more restless due to this wave.

David closed his eyes, repeatedly experiencing the clashes between the new and old consciousness within.

He knows this path must be explored personally; otherwise, those unsolved mysteries will engulf everyone’s future hope like an undercurrent.

A complex expression appeared on his face—both anxiety over the dangers lurking in the abyss of the unknown and unwavering determination to shoulder the mission.

When he reopened his eyes, they were filled with the vastness of the stars and resolute intent: "I must enter the ’time corridor’ alone to seek the truth, with no room for error."

Liya eagerly stepped forward, grabbing his arm: "David, this road is too dangerous, once embarked, it’s hard to turn back! We should face it together!"

Hill and Cynthia also stood by his side, their eyes determined, but unable to hide the worry and vague fear over the leader braving the unknown alone.

"We respect your decision, but remember, this is our support." Hill said in a low voice, "No matter what happens, we will guard your return!"

The hall instantly reached a tacit agreement, a silent oath transformed into the strongest defense line surrounding David, even as snowstorms ravaged, darkness closing in, unable to shake their steely and unyielding conviction.