Chapitre 538: The Dungeon

Lyra's stories of the brave dark elves of old, their legendary feats, and the mysteries of the world above wove an enchanting tapestry of adventures in our imaginations. We spoke of our hopes and dreams, of the places we yearned to explore, and the magical creatures we longed to encounter. The jungle around us, once a place of fear and uncertainty, had become a sanctuary, a backdrop to the birth of our unbreakable friendship.

As the campfire's embers glowed, the tension of the hunt was replaced with an overwhelming sense of happiness and contentment. We sang songs and shared the tales of our people, paying homage to the heroes who had come before us. The night air was thick with magic, and we felt the presence of our ancestors, who surely watched over us from the celestial heavens above.