We have finally managed to get to the eighth floor.
It has been such a struggle for over a month, maybe even two. I cannot keep track of time for so long in such a place that a day feels like a year based on how vigilant we have to be.
After our companions reached the seventh floor, that is to say, by the crack I had made through space, we rested for a week and then went through the different villages.
It had gotten really monotonous, but I didn't particularly have any guilt considering how devious those creatures are.
"Hmm?" I studied the stretched-out scenery in front of me.
It was more like we were inside a small, foggy forest.
"So, it seems that some type of prophecy has been set upon us," I said out loud, cursing under my breath.
"I wonder what type it is…" Luke trailed off on his own.
"Nothing good, I suspect." I picked up my words, stating my honest opinion about this.
