"Darkness devoured the elf prince." The dwarves were repeating the words and turning around themselves. Doxia approached and dismounted. He had the light swords and after poking Doniyo, the air around them shattered like a cold glass that met hot water. They were lucky that Doxia arrived earlier before they frizzed.
They felt dizziness, gasping and aimlessly hovering around like frogs on the water surface. From what they were mentioning, he realized that something unpleasant had happened that caused this mass of anxiety within them.
"Hush, tell me, which prince do you talk about?" He stood beside them.
Doniyo was shaking out of fear, gazing at the golden chest, which was near him.
"That chest might be cursed. The elf prince, Taeyan. The tower ate the boy!" Glanced at Doxia and added, "We must go."
He grabbed the dwarf's arm and dragged him near him. He was so fast and Doniyo grumbled.
