“...... Cesyana?" Naria fumbled uneasily, trying to get closer to her companions, "Are you alright? That's Rosa?"

The elf paused for a moment before replying, "It's Linde." ”

There was nothing unusual in his voice, but Naria knew in her heart that Sesyana was probably injured...... The proud elves probably won't admit it.

It seems to have gotten worse. She didn't know what they had fallen into...... It couldn't be some monster's belly, and it felt slimy and a little warm, like rotting guts......

The horrible image in her mind made the girl retch, her scalp tingled, she struggled in panic, her feet slipped, she fell forward, and slammed into Cesyana's back.

The elf's body shuddered slightly—he was indeed injured.

Naria quickly stood still, trying to keep her eyes open, but she couldn't see anything.

"The gods are above...... What the hell is this place!" she grumbled under her breath, barely breathing in the stench of stench.

Sethyana reached out and gently grabbed her, placing her hand on her belt.

"Follow me. He said.

There was a heavy, sticky shuffling sound in his ears - he was still holding Linde, or rather, dragging ...... The unconscious elf muttered something vaguely.

Naria couldn't understand Sesyana's brief response, but it sounded surprisingly gentle.

She silently reached out and groped for Linde's hot body, pulling him to her side with all her might, making him half-lean on her.

The slender but tall elf weighed more than she could have imagined. But Sesyana didn't object, which means he's likely to be hurt...... Narya didn't want to think about it anymore and followed him in silence. Step by step.

Every step was extremely difficult. It was as if there was a heavy layer of mud wrapped around their legs, and it was as if some force was pulling them to the ground...... I didn't know how long I walked back and forth, Naria's clothes were soaked with sweat a little bit, but fortunately it was unusually warm here, but the air was always filled with a strong stench, which made people groggy and nauseated.

When your feet finally touch the solid ground. Naria let out a cheer of relief, almost collapsing.

But Sesyana continued to walk, and Naria could barely keep up.

“...... Can't we rest for a while?" When she dragged Linde's arm and began to lose consciousness, she finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, you can't. Sesyana's tense voice gave Naria a sense of foreboding, "We're not the only ones here. ”

- There's really nothing surprising.

"Are you saying there are enemies here, too?" asked Naria, "Someone is chasing us?"

Didn't hear an answer...... She guessed the elf nodded.

"But. What's the use of going to exhaustion like this? At this rate. We're going to catch up sooner or later, so we might as well take a break......" Naria simply put Linde to the ground and sat down on her own ass, "How do you say that, wait for work?"

After a few moments, Sethyana sat down beside her and let out a low sigh.

"We're going to be surrounded. "And my left arm was bruised." I may not be able to protect ......"

"Give me a sword. Narya interrupted him, "I'm not that weak. I can protect myself. ”

“...... The Fenan Twin Swords cannot be used by outsiders. Sethiana flatly refused, "Besides, you can't see it." ”

Naria rolled her eyes in exasperation. When is this going on, and what if she gives it to her! Even if she can't see it, she can still hear it! Alan had taught her a little bit of blind fighting, even though she didn't learn it very well......

In the silence, she could finally hear the soft sound of rustling around her, as if countless huge spiders were moving their long, furry legs, trying to approach them in a hurry.

"What the hell is that?" she asked, creepy. The terrifying imagination caused by the invisibility may be even more terrifying than reality.

"I don't know. Sesyana replied confusedly, "I've never seen anything like this...... It looks a bit like a human, with a long tongue, no hair, bone spurs on its back, on all fours, claws, and a tail...... It's not like a creature that belongs to this world. ”

Naria shuddered—she wouldn't have asked!

It would be nice to be able to light a fire...... Creatures in the dark should be afraid of fire, but no matter which direction she groped, all she seemed to find was hard rock.

"Don't think about it, there's nothing to make a fire here. Sesyana's voice was calm and bordered on despair.

Annoyed, Naria almost threw the stone out of her hand, but after thinking about it, she withdrew her hand and began to fumble around to collect the stones.

She's not going to be tied!

“...... I don't think the stone can be of any use to them. Sesyana said.

It wasn't meant to be a mockery, the elf was just pointing out the fact quite seriously.

"Then give me the sword!" Naria replied angrily, causing the elf to silence herself.

The surrounding voices suddenly stopped, as if all the enemies were staring at them gloomily, ready to attack, and the sound of Sethyana unsheathing his sword was piercing. Naria stopped her movements, waiting stiffly, cold sweat breaking out little by little.

There was a glimmer of light in the darkness.

Naria looked at her hand in amazement, and then looked back at Sesyana - she could see him!

The elf had the same surprise on his face, and he stood up, sword in one hand, and looked out at the firelight not far away.

There was a bit of panic in the surrounding noise, and the inhuman monsters seemed to retreat a little. It seems that they do have a fear of fire.

The fire soon faded, but it gave Naria a glimmer of hope.

"Go over there!" cried the elf.

Before he could speak, Nalya had already grabbed Linde and stumbled forward half-dragging and half-dragging her memory. After a few moments, she realized that the fire was not completely gone. It's just that she's getting a lot weaker, and she can still see something vaguely, which lifts her spirits. The exhausted power poured out from nowhere, and the pace became faster and faster.

But the footsteps behind him became more and more audible, and the monsters were obviously unwilling to let their prey go.

"Faster!" Cessyana urged.

Naria bit her lower lip and pushed forward, rushing out for a while before realizing that the elf hadn't followed.

"Sesyana!" she shouted back.

She could barely see the elf, only the little reflection on his sword flickering in the darkness.

"Keep walking, don't look back!" shouted the sword dancer, swinging his sword and charging into the midst of the enemy.

A shrill scream pierced Naria's eardrums. She vaguely saw a pale face—it was indeed human, but it was all the more terrifying because of it.

The girl hesitated, and finally gritted her teeth and dragged Linde up. Rush to the fire-filled passageway. If she can get Linde to safety as soon as possible, she may have time to come back and help......

I don't know if it's hope or delusion, she feels that the light seems to be brighter again.

The sword seemed to pass through only air, and there was no obstruction in the senses. The enemy in front of him disappeared without a trace after a scream. Not even a body remained.

Sesyana didn't know they were really dead. Or just go somewhere else and come back in a moment.

As far as the eye could see, there were white, human-like and inhuman monsters. Except for the length of their tails, they are actually about the size of a ten-year-old human, and their eyes seem to be covered with a white membrane, and they should be able to distinguish the direction of their enemies by sound or smell, and they are extremely fast, but they are not very powerful. The mouth full of fangs is as fine as a needle. It looks scary, but the most effective weapons are the three front claws that are as sharp as knives.

They are not really such formidable enemies. It's just too many...... And more and more, endlessly flocking to him, it feels like the undead encountered before, as if it can never be killed.

The young sword dancer had a hint of regret in his heart. He had only one hand to use, and he should have fought and retreated, retreating to the passage where the light of fire came through, instead of crashing headlong into the enemy group, surrounded by the masses, and there was no way back......

He's always not good at backing up.

There was a chill in his thighs, followed by a warm ache. He kicked away the monster that had left a wound in his leg, and he had no time to see how it had hurt.

However, the wound may have been deeper than he thought. The power was rapidly draining away from the blood, and patches of black mist began to roll in front of his eyes.

After a brief distraction, there seemed to be a few more wounds on his body...... But the sword was still in his hand, and the familiar weight reassured him.

He had held the ancient twin swords almost ever since he could walk, and he knew every line of it on his palm. He should have brought more glory to it, instilling another great legend in its long history...... But he defiled it, but it remained his most faithful friend.

So he won't let it go, even if death comes.

The eyelids drooped a little, the head became heavier and heavier, and the movements of the body were almost pure instinct. He doesn't even need to see where the enemy really is, he just needs to dodge, swing his sword, crouch, turn sideways, swing his sword, swing his sword, swing his sword......

He didn't feel tired, just a little lazy and couldn't lift his spirits.

The mind was empty, there was no fear of death, no worry about his companions, only the crisp sound of the blades clashing, and the steady and powerful voice that always lingered in his ears: "Down, to the left, the pace is too fast, calm down, control yourself......"

A sudden wave of heat rushed around him, burning his cheeks slightly. The sword dancer opened his eyes blankly, and found that he had fallen to one knee at some point, his sword-wielding hand hanging limply to the ground.

There was a fiery red in front of him, and countless pale figures rolled and disappeared in the flames, or retreated into the darkness in the distance like a tide.

It was a familiar sight.

"Sethana...... Sethana!" Amid the screams of a baby's cry, someone was calling anxiously, but the elf couldn't tell whose voice it was.

He closed his eyes and threw himself headlong into the ground.

(To be continued......)