I ran straight towards the southeast from where a cool wind was blowing. While I did feel as if something was also coming in from the southwest, it was all my imagination.
Puzzled: I’m not sure. It was Senior who set all the Elves as archers, saying that the festival preparations were bothersome. There’s no way he would have put in such an elaborate setting…
“That so…?”
I promptly jumped down into the pitch-dark hole.
‘Let’s try believing in the energy of the universe.’