The people downstairs gradually quieted down, which finally gave the brother and sister a break.
"Bragging and bragging… useless adventurers…" sneered Lilith. "All they have is muscles, but unfortunately no brain."
"Don’t underestimate them." Sala shook his head, "Many of them have been dealing with the many horrific monsters in the black forest and the Dark Mountain Range for a long time. They can’t be taken lightly."
When he was talking, his eyes suddenly opened wide. The color of the candle was fading, and so was the color of the wall. Little by little, everything started to lose color. A thin layer of haze slowly descended.
Sala’s hand touched the table in the room when he took a step back, and he felt the moist of the wood, as if the table had been sitting there for over a thousand years.
"Run!" Sala took his sister’s hand and shouted, "Something’s wrong!"
