Everything seemed to happen in slow motion to the young man... How the tortoise rose its sword and began to slash it down, at the same time the skill finally releasing from his hands. Gray's whole body trembled as he saw the big sword going right through
Midgard, the world of humans, elves, and all other kind of beings. Hundred-thousands of years, Mana created all kind of beings… but the crown of Midgard is Twila, the floating city in the center of the world.
The dark night was like a cloak over the lands of Galdor. No light was seen tonight - neither in the skies nor in the villages around the mighty black castle. Such nights weren’t rare in the demonic country, but tonight it felt different…
“For the last time… there is a difference… it is dark elves and it is dark-elves!”
“But-“
“No buts!!”
“May I interrupt you two sweethearts?” Ary managed to speak in between her laughter… she went through this conversation multiple times by now…
