Time ticked by slowly.
With no time limit, it was impossible to gauge how long we had been here. Hours might have passed—or perhaps even less. My sense of time was completely warped in this place.
This was the power of the Librarian. The library dungeon was his domain, and he had undoubtedly altered the flow of time while we were trapped in his stories. He was no different from those cursed constellations, reveling in our suffering like a twisted audience.
Still, it was pointless to dwell on that bastard now. We'd managed to slay three of the monster kings, leaving just one group of monsters standing infront of us.
Long white hair, blackened skin, pointed ears, and piercing silver eyes. These unmistakable features belonged to a species infamous in myth and legend.
Dark Elves. Also known as Black Phantoms.
They earned their sinister nickname because anyone who encountered them rarely called them anything else.
