Time slowly ticked by.
There was no time limit so I couldn't tell the amount of time we spent. Perhaps a few hours has passed or maybe it was lesser, I couldn't tell. My sense of time was messed up in this place.
This was the power of the Librarian. The library dungeon was his domain, he must altered the flow of time while we were trapped in the stories. He was just like those f*cking constellations. He enjoyed watching our suffering.
It's useless to think about that bastard now. We managed to kill three of the monster kings, leaving only one group of monsters to deal with.
Long white hair, black skin, long ears and silver eyes. Those physical traits were characteristic of a species widely renowned in mythology.
Dark Elves. Also known as 'Black Phantoms'.
They were usually called 'Black Phantoms' because anyone that encountered them will refer to them as such.
