“I shall see the end of this day!” In a world on the edge of collapse, who could defy despair? In the ruins of dreams and shadows of death, who was writing fate’s cruel script? I stepped into the world of my favorite novel, where reality and fiction blurred into a twisted nightmare. Collapsed cities, monstrous nightmares, and a sky shrouded in blood. Deception, betrayal, secrets, and survival… The pages turned endlessly, yet the answers to the world’s mysteries remained out of reach. This is the story of an average individual, whose life has been filled with nothing but misfortune and mysteries. † Discord: https://discord.com/invite/4YQDYXWGME
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.