The color of the snow-white corridors was so simple, the space I was walking in so... empty in this all-pervasive color, that a strange feeling of discomfort overcame me. Still, I didn't let myself get too carried away by this feeling, instead, I decided to be patient.
I sighed lightly, turning my eyes this way and that, wondering if I would see anything different in the corridors we had walked so far, and this time I looked at the two people walking slowly in front of me, the dwarves.
The first was a built dwarf. He had black hair that looked like it was starting to gray slightly and brown eyes with a strange sparkle in them. He looked... different from normal dwarves. He had his own presence. He didn't feel weak, even though he belonged to a race that couldn't use mana. His name was... Darbal Gen'dai, if I remember correctly.
