Just being a dark elf in Warhammer

The sandstorm that could peel off flesh and bones came fiercely, like an invisible giant beast rushing towards the team where Dacus was. The wind carried countless tiny sand particles, which turned into countless sharp blades in an instant, tearing everything in the air frantically. The sandstorm, with a sharp whistle, like an angry roar, submerged the entire street in a chaotic wind and sand.

As Dacus raised his arm high, the team members who had never dispersed immediately took action, gathered in a dense formation, quickly gathered together, formed a solid circle, and depended on each other tightly.

Cami, who was originally standing in the center of the team, also bent down, so that the eternal light armillary sphere on his back stood upright. The armillary sphere started, and a dazzling light illuminated the closely dependent team.

A protective shield full of energy instantly rose around them, and the protective shield flickered with a faint light, like a layer of crystal clear film, separating the violent sand and dust from the team. The sandstorm hit the protective shield like a raging wave, making a series of muffled sounds, but this layer of magic barrier was as solid as a rock, without a trace of shaking.

At the same time, the shading glass that fell from a high place was constantly picked up by the strong wind and smashed into the protective shield frantically. The glass lost all its strength the moment it touched the protective shield. Some of it was directly turned into powder and instantly dissipated in the air, without even a sound of breaking.

Some slid down the edge of the protective shield, making a harsh collision sound and fell to the ground. The remaining fragments trembled slightly in the wind, as if making a final struggle.

Soon, the sandstorm stopped, but the howling wind was still howling, and screams appeared from time to time in the night, and the sound was clearly audible. The sound rose and extended in a strange way, echoing in the city. Now, the city shrouded in the night echoed with noisy noises. It was more like a jungle than a city.

The sound echoed as if there were real sound waves, which had lost their former glory and faded away. Only the dull glass slid silently from the height after the shock, completing its final mission. A large amount of glass drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground, bidding farewell to this glorious era that no longer existed in an elegant and desperate manner.

When the glass touched the ground, it made a sharp and piercing sound, and the glass fragments scattered like a cold raindrop, falling on the dusty and sandy streets.

The small fragments reflected a faint light on the street, like the last glance of a dying person, flashing the life that was about to be extinguished. The larger fragments made a harsh impact sound, mixed with the broken tiles and rotten wood chips, forming a creepy resonance.

The sound of breaking glass continued to echo in the empty streets, as if awakening some ancient memories in the city. A gust of wind blew along the street, rustling the glass fragments, as if it was the last whisper of the city, whispering the secrets that had long been lost in the long river of history.

"Ryan... come to me..."

Ryan was stunned. He was not sure whether the voice he heard was real, false, or just an illusion caused by the wind. When he was about to confirm, the words were drowned in the howling wind. The sand blown by the wind filled the street and washed the buildings on both sides. The sand mixed with glass made him dizzy for a while.

He blinked and saw a blurry face from the corner of his eye. The face opened its mouth and smiled, as if to swallow him whole. Then the face disappeared, leaving only sand and glass.

Not far away, Dacus observed the surroundings. He focused his main energy on the two cracks. He seemed to have figured out the routine. The story began after entering this inexplicable city. First, the environment was rendered, showing a terrifying atmosphere. Are the birds some kind of foreshadowing? Against the backdrop of the horror of the sandstorm, when the inner emotions reach a certain value, they will flee in panic to the two cracks facing the passage.

Perhaps by then, everything will be over, and it will be completely over. When the formation is dispersed, who knows what bizarre and terrifying things will happen. Just like in horror movies, the protagonists always disperse when facing a crisis. These protagonists seem to be unaware of the truth that there is strength in numbers, and they always deliberately disperse to give opportunities away.

Fortunately, he is not stupid, and knows the truth that there is strength in numbers, and the existence of the team is not given for nothing. It can be said to be one of the most powerful lineups in the world, or even the best.

When the protective shield disappeared, he did not shout and ask Nakai to do something. Instead, he looked at Shakspati. When the Slann Demon Priest looked at him, he pointed to the ruins with a picture in his mind.

In this case, magic may really be better than physics. In a short time, the ruins were removed.

The street stretched out in front of Dacus, its length magnified and distorted by the sunshade panels hanging from the walls of the surrounding buildings. Light was reflected at first, then absorbed into a seemingly endless darkness. Sand lay thick on the street, piled on the walls, covered with layers of broken bones.

Walking, Ryan subconsciously brushed his hand across a piece of dirty glass, revealing his reflection. He paused, as if something passed behind his reflection, as if someone was looking over his shoulder at him, and when he blinked, the thing suddenly disappeared.

The procession continued, the light from the sphere reflecting an erratic glow on each piece of glass. The glass trembled in the wind, and the ubiquitous buzzing made Ryan's teeth itch. As the team marched, bones clicked underfoot, mice scurried away under the light of the eternally glorious sphere, and screams echoed through the arched boulevard.

"Even the mice are scared," Cowell murmured.

"I hope those are just mice," Belloda added.

Daxus stopped, and the road in front of him broke apart, not a crossroads, but a series of streets, each leading in a different direction. Decorative arches marked each street, but the specific nature had been smoothed over by time.

"Which road do you think it is?" Daxus asked.

"This road... this road..."

"My Lord, did you hear it?" When Ryan looked at one of the roads, the voice echoed in his ears again. He was sure that this voice was not Huangqi's whisper in his ear, but some other existence. He frowned and asked Dacus.

"What did you hear?" Dacus asked back.

"No." Ryan shook his head and replied, then he said, "They seem to lead to the same place, like a river with many tributaries, but they all flow in the same direction in the end."

Just as he said that, the wind blew past his ears like laughter. He hesitated for a moment, but he didn't specify the specific direction in the end, because he really didn't know, and he wasn't sure whether the road that the voice told him was real or false, leading the team to the unknown.

"That is to say... you are not sure either?"

"My Lord..."

"What's wrong? Don't hesitate. Things here have not changed. This is a dead city. If you have something to say, just say it."

"Did you hear it? It sounds like..."

"No..." Dacus said as he turned around and looked at Ryan. Ryan, who looked hesitant and confused, made his heart skip a beat. The reason why he brought Ryan in this time was to hope that Ryan's secret passage characteristics would work, but now... that existence seemed to have changed its target? After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Go back to the team, stay by your brother's side, and protect yourself."

The team moved again, and Ryan followed Dacus's instructions and returned to the center of the team.

"What's wrong with you?" Franais asked in a low voice.

"Voice."

"Voice?"

"Yes, a voice?"

"Isn't it normal that you can hear the voice? Why are you so confused?"

"No..." Ryan frowned, and before he could answer, the laughter came again. This time he was closer, and he looked around for the source of the laughter, but he found nothing, and finally he looked down at the ground. A silhouette was staring at him through a piece of broken glass on the ground, he could make out the faint outline, he could see a wide, inhuman smile, he didn't blink this time, but the outline disappeared under his eyes.

"What are you looking at? You look confused." Franes saw Ryan looking down, and after grabbing a handful of Ryan, he asked softly.

"Ghost?"

"No matter what happens later, you have to stay by my side." Franes didn't say anything else this time. He knew why Dacus asked Ryan to retreat back to the formation, and he knew his brother was experiencing something he had never experienced. In this strange place, he couldn't do anything as a warrior. All he could do was protect his brother, but that was enough.

Ryan nodded and moved closer to his brother, but as the team moved forward, he felt a chill. The thing seemed to be staring at him, and the intermittent voice kept echoing in his ears.

"Don't talk to it. You can't trust anyone here except us." The team moved in a close state. Tolandil, who was following behind the two brothers, had heard the conversation between the two brothers before, but he didn't interrupt. But in the subsequent observation, he realized something. He came over and whispered.

"I can take you away from here..."

"I can take you to a safe place..."

Then there was a long silence, and the voice disappeared.

On the street, the cracks on the glass spread like a spider web, and continued to expand. As the cracks became longer and wider, the whole piece of glass seemed to be twisted. A pale light shone from the cracks, and Ryan heard the words again, and countless blurred faces appeared on the broken glass.

A cold wind blew, and the glass cracked with a sigh and disappeared into the darkness.

The city was like a predator, hungry and ruthless. Dacus could feel the commotion in the city, something invisible was controlling the city, the wind had changed, and the streets were trembling, as if waiting for something.

The team moved forward silently, and suddenly, a palm-sized piece of glass on the ground, which was harmless and shattered with a kick, stretched out something, and the pale thing grabbed Ryan's feet like a wisp of frost. Fast, too fast, as if... But Ryan disappeared faster than this, it can no longer be described in seconds, as if it was completed in just two frames.

Ryan did not struggle, did not scream, and disappeared directly, falling into the glass as if falling into a lake. After letting out a sigh that might be satisfied, the glass broke and expanded, turning into fragments.

Franais and Tolandir, who were grabbing Ren, had reacted quickly enough, but they were still too slow. They collided hard and fell to the ground.

The commotion in the team caught Darkus' attention. When he turned around to figure out what happened, his eyes widened for a moment, and countless curse words poured into his throat.

——

Ren howled angrily, but in this strange space, his roar was mercilessly swallowed up, echoing in the void, leaving only mocking echoes. Those laughters, sharp and harsh, came from all directions and filled his ears, as if there were countless mouths laughing at him.

His world became narrow, and sounds came from all directions, drowning him like a tide. He seemed to be trapped in an invisible cage, surrounded by cold mirrors, reflecting every corner of his heart and magnifying his fear and despair.

The world of glass surrounded him mercilessly, with everything above and below, left and right, front and back closed by cold and sharp glass. Every pane of glass was shaking, as if there was life closing in on it.

He saw his own face, staring at him in a distorted form from hundreds of angles. Anger and fear were intertwined in those eyes, and countless selves were telling him the despair deep in their hearts. He heard his own voice echoing in the glass, but the voice seemed to come from another world, full of weird textures, and every curse sounded like the last gasp of distorted reality.

Then, he began to fall, and time lost its meaning in this abyss of nothingness. Every second was stretched to be infinitely long or infinitely short, and he could no longer perceive the passage of time. It seemed as though the fall had lasted for days, or was just a momentary hallucination, but that meant nothing. His senses were deceived by this strange space and lost in the unpredictable light and shadow.

As he fell, shards of glass continued to hit him from all directions like a never-ending storm. His body collided with those sharp edges, slipped and fell, like a helpless leaf, swept into chaos by the hurricane.

His world becomes a twisted tunnel of reflections, each mirror a curse, trapping him in his endless self. He tried to back away, trying to escape this endless nightmare, but every time he turned around, the way he came had disappeared, lost in the flickering glass shards, and dissipated at the edge of the void.

The walls of the passage seemed to shrink around him, the cold glass growing closer and closer, squeezing his space as if to swallow him whole. The sharp fragments were like the claws of a beast, stabbing at him suddenly. His anger reached its peak. He raised the blade of reality and slashed hard at the squeezed objects that were trying to swallow him.

With a sharp scream, the glass shattered and turned into countless fragments, as if being swept into the dark abyss by a whirlwind. In a moment of relief, he thought he saw a face that did not belong to him in the broken glass. It was a strange and twisted face, with an ominous light. But soon, the wind blew again, and the strong suction dragged him deeper into the void, into the dark depths without stars.

He staggered into the endless darkness, each step becoming more difficult. He could hear Darkus' angry roar, close to his ears but far out of reach, as if two worlds were intertwined and separated in his ears. Light and darkness continued to merge and disintegrate in his vision, forming an indescribable chaos.

His feet were neither solid stone nor fragile bones, but something that creaked like glass. Every step was like stepping on sand, but the sand was not a product of nature, but made up of countless fragmented selves, as if every step he took forward would crush his soul under his feet.

If he stopped, those tiny glass shards would begin to drag him into the endless abyss, as if his whole body would be swallowed by the strange sand. No matter where he looked, the world around him was distorting and splitting crazily, and his broken face kept flashing before his eyes, like a never-ending nightmare.

A strong wind roared at him, as if trying to simultaneously force him back and drag him forward, and he felt his body being pulled tighter and tighter. Those screams, whispers, and cries intertwined into a chaotic noise in his ears. Each sound seemed to be telling some kind of pain and despair, but they were so vague that they were difficult to identify.

The glass shards cut across his skin ruthlessly like sharp blades in the wind. His cheek was cut open, and blood flowed along his skin. The hot liquid dripped to the ground, mixed with the sparkling glass shards. Together, they form a strange beauty. Every pain reminded him that he was still alive, still struggling, and still moving forward in this strange world.

He staggered forward, covering his eyes with his hands, trying to block the dazzling light and flying glass shards. He didn't know what was ahead, and he didn't know whether he would be swallowed by this endless void, but he knew that stopping meant death, and perhaps something more terrifying than death was waiting for him.

On either side of him, darkness spread like thick ink, covering the spaces between the shards of mirror. He felt an unprecedented fear, a fear that transcended reason. Huge shadows floated in the darkness. The existence of the shadows could not be completely captured, but he could feel that every movement of the shadows distorted and distorted the space. shock.

It was something bigger than the city, bigger than the mountains. The indescribable existence was wriggling in the abyss, as if a huge god was turning over in his sleep.

Renn could feel the breath and power of that thing, and the existence of the thing brought an unbearable sense of oppression. Every reflection of him flinched, as if the reflection realized the true nature of the shadow. The fear of the reflection seemed to be his own fear, magnified countless times, and eventually he himself began to doubt whether these shadows were just the deepest part of his heart. The incarnation projected by the darkness.

Ahead, the gleaming city was still waiting for him at the far end. Its jagged towers stood like lightning in the void, but everything else was drowned by the intense light, making it difficult to recognize. The light stung his eyes like sharp knives, but it was also full of irresistible temptation.

However, the road leading to the city was narrow and dangerous, like a causeway across the void that could collapse at any time under his feet. The darkness was like a greedy giant snake, approaching him from all directions, making every step he took extremely difficult.

His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed to be a life-and-death struggle with the void. He stumbled forward, the road under his feet constantly shattering under his every step, the glass shards spinning like whirlpools and flying into the endless void.

The city seemed forever out of reach, trapped between a faint glow and endless shadows. He felt an intense fear so intense that he doubted whether he could go on. In the darkness, vague shadows rose from nothingness, and as if the shadows suddenly became aware of his presence, they began to approach him.

The sword in his hand was heavy and weak, and he felt the reflections around him flinching or fleeing. The reflections were wailing silently in the darkness. Was the reflection himself, or was he just one of the reflections? It all became so confusing that he could no longer distinguish reality from fiction. He didn't know if he was still the same person or if he had become one of those reflections.

The road shook and shards of glass rose around him, enveloping him. He felt himself being dragged toward the glittering city of mirrors, swept into the rapids. Waves of glass shards came like waves, completely submerging him. He couldn't see anything but his twisted and broken reflection, which smiled strangely at him, as if mocking his powerlessness. with fear.

The light suddenly became extremely intense, filling the entire space. Every crack and every fragment was emitting a dazzling light. He felt that he was gradually losing his perception of reality, as if his whole person was being swallowed up by this endless light and integrated into this flickering mirror city. He didn't know if he still existed, or if he had become part of this sea of ​​light and could never escape.

Suddenly, he shot forward so fast that he could barely stand. The glass swirled and fell apart, revealing swirls of stone, columns, buttresses, arches and steps, all of which wound around him in an endless tunnel of twisted architecture. He realized that the city, once so far away, was now spread out before him, unfolding like a vast tapestry.

He saw towers snapping at him like the teeth of a beast, and towering walls. The door creaked open beneath him, and the statue clamored at the edge of his vision, reaching out its stone hands as he stumbled.

A cold wind blew past him, blowing over him like leaves. There was the sound of a mirror shattering, and then he slid down a slope covered in dust and rocks. He rolled down, hitting the remains of a pillar before coming to a stop. There were hundreds of small cuts on his face, blood dripping from them. His whole body ached, and he waved his hand, trying to clear away the dust that had been kicked up by his arrival.

"Stop where you are!"

As the dust thinned, he heard the crunch of something approaching. He groped for his sword, picking it up from where he had dropped it. He stood up, coughing and issuing a challenge.

He looked around and saw that he was standing on a mountain of gravel and bone fragments, the slope of which slid down to the shadowy streets below. All around is a maze of endless staircases that either rise to shadowy heights or disappear out of sight.

Narrow streets and towering arches rise at wrong angles, twisting and twisting as if by the hands of giants. There are pillars and shards of glass everywhere, beneath your feet or towering into the sky. In the distance he could see the high causeways stretching like spider webs over the city

It's as if someone folded a city and then twisted it again. Above him, among the steps and projecting statues, a huge arch emerged from the side lintel. Inside the arch, a piece of cracked sunshade glass slowly and eerily reformed.

He heard a murmur of laughter, but it was quickly blown away by the cold wind that whipped up around him. His breath bloomed in front of him, and it was only then that he noticed something beneath his feet.

A brass talisman, one twisted into an incomplete yet somehow double-ended shape, like a broken smile. (End of chapter)