Her eyelids twitched gently as a bright, scarlet light filled her vision. Rousing her up while the faint warm breeze touched her skin. For a moment, she felt a nostalgic longing rushing to her head. Yet, the second she opened her eyes, it faded faster than she knew. As if it was just a brief, fleeting feeling.
Then, an unfamiliar ceiling greeted her view with its glinting symbols strewn into a very long, crimson cloth. The golden thread was strewn into a small diamond symbol which decorated most of the ceilings systemically. On both sides, there were rows of lamps, hanging right below the ceilings and stretched out towards the end of the corridor. A corridor that was filled with paintings on both sides of the walls.
Every painting would have some kind of carvings around the edges, with all of them painted in gold. The drawing i
It has been a while since she walked through the corridor and encountered more than dozens intersections at the end. In this never ending path, Elizabeth tried to look out for any door or other entrance for her to check. Yet, all she found was the endless paintings on both sides and the same design of the corridor all the time.Another thing that she had realized was she felt the nauseous feelings rushing to her guts for a while. Though she hadn't reached her limits yet, an incomprehensible sense coming from the paintings made her want to puke. it wasn't the drawing itself that caused the repulsion on her stomach, but it's aura, which Elizabeth definitely couldn't see except that was the only word that would describe the feeling.As she walked on and on, the already branched out corridor became longer than before. If it w
When she woke up, the familiar illumination of the corridor's lamp blinded her eyes for a moment as she reluctantly rose up. A loud grumble came out of her stomach while her throat was parched. However, all she could find were paintings, paintings, and more paintings. Not to mention, they made her nauseous even if she skimmed through them which made her motivation plummeted in no time.'What should I do…'Desperation filled her chest with the corner of her eyes beginning to moisten a little. She felt her heart tightened and her hands clenched into a fist. Face scrunched up, she stared at the ceilings with gritted teeth. At the deepest corner of her heart, she regretted she couldn't control that trance-like state and her curiosity got the better of her. Regaining her senses back, Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief before her expression turned sour. Then, she shook her head and flashed out another determined gaze and gave a brief glance to the previous painting which lost it'd drawing.Something she had learned after a few tries, that whenever she came back from the random vision, the drawing of the painting would be gone and left behind an empty frame. Later, she couldn't use the empty frame to enter the trance-like state anymore.Looking at the next painting, Elizabeth was brought to another vision that showed her the medieval village from before. With the exception of some moss around every building and a few houses that were torn apart or abandoned, everything appeared the same.Next, her sight caught upon muDark Eater Chapter 100 - New Place
Munching on the fruits she had taken from the nearby trees, Elizabeth sated her hunger to a degree. After she drank her fill and ripped apart the hem of her pajama pants to hold the fruits, Elizabeth decided to walk towards the east side of the grassland. Hoping to see any civilizations and find herself a place to shelter for the night.Whilst the summer sun hung right above the sky and shone brightly upon her figure, Elizabeth walked away and endured the warmth temperatures underneath her feets.She had no footwear to use ever since she entered the mysterious door. As it was already barefooted back then in the maze, not in an open field, she felt uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it. At times, she would feel a flinching pain by accidentally stomping on sharp pebbles or twigs.
As she was getting closer to the village, a series of clippity-clops noises echoed from the nearby wilderness on the far right side of her. Intrigued by the sound of the galloping horses, Elizabeth moved her gaze to the source. There, she saw a group of outlined shadows running through the grassland towards her direction.'Horses… with riders on top of them?' guessed Elizabeth as she squinted her eyes, trying to observe their figures amidst the clouded sky. But slowly, their appearance became clearer when the clouds parted away and let the moonlight shine to the ground.They were male humans with the lower body of a horse and equipped with bows and spears. They wore clothes and war paintings on their body, giving out the impression of a civilized tribesman. However, they definitely didn't belong as a human but rath
The orange tint of the burning flames crackled inside the firebox whilst illuminating the looming figure before her. With a ceiling twice higher than a normal house, the half human stood on all fours. He possessed a dark hair, long enough to be tied in ponytail as his shirtless chest show a ripped musclesBeside him was a beauty whose countenance fairer than most of the girls she knew. Her silky hair and smooth skin paint an alluring charm. Even a beauty like Elizabeth herself felt a tinge of inferiority when she saw the woman's features.Behind her were the ever watchful warriors. Hands holding their respective weapons, they waited for the verdict of the one in front Elizabeth. Silently observing on the side with a readied stance. In case Elizabeth would try anything funny, they would rush to her in a heartbeat.
Waking up to the melodious chirping from the window, Elizabeth rose up and yawned softly. Her bed was far from soft, as it was a stack of hay covered with a sheet. It hurts her back slightly and she has to wake up at times thanks to the mosquitoes all around the place. Although he's sleeping time was far from the best, at the very least, she was glad she could sleep inside a warm building. Not to mention, she got herself some dinners last night before she went to bed. Foods that were personally cooked by the chief's wife and sent to her room. With her stretching out her stiff body, a faint stench entered her nostrils and made her twitch her nose. Looking at where the smell came from, Elizabeth frowned. She realized that she hadn't taken a bath or shower for two days and now she felt her skin so sticky and uncomfortabl
"The dungeon…?"Her countenance became grimmer with that sentence, Elizabeth raised her wariness while she gazed at Noserdan. Yet, seeing the latter's clear eyes, Elizabeth began to relax and said, "But you won't do it, right?""That's right," confirming Elizabeth's query, Noserdan continued, "If I wanted to, I wouldn't treat you like a guest in my own abode. Few rotten apples doesn't make the rest just as bad."Sighing in relief, Elizabeth tilted her head and asked, "So… Do you have something in mind to make me look not so suspicious to others?""Unfortunately, I don't," Noserdan replied without skipping a beat, as if he already expected Elizabeth's question, "Us centaurs, was the kind of race w