Chapter 104. The Tomb of Insects (3)
The faint light of night scattered across the desolate wilderness. There was no smell, no sound. Not a single blade of grass or a rock to serve as a marker was visible.
With every step I took, the faint sound of dust rising became the only background noise in this place. The further I walked, the eerier the surroundings became. It felt like even Elwin and I were engulfed by this unfamiliar stillness.
Was there ever a place like this?
I called it a place, but that wasn't the correct term. After all, there weren't many places I truly knew.
At most...
I spent a year in the Ice Valley and three years in the cave with mazes, The Ossuary of Wraiths, and the mountains near Erast. The narrow geography around Erast was all I really knew.
After that, I joined a Demon King's army and was dragged around as one among a massive horde. I traveled a lot, but all I saw were the backs of other skulls like mine. Within that, I lived as a mere number, swaying as part of a mass for seven thoughtless years. That time was so unbearable that it required the absence of thought to endure.
Looking back now, a question popped up in my mind.
Why didn't I run away?
The control of the one managing me wasn't that strong. Although the Demon King was a necromancer, he was no match for Gith-Za-Rai. It was like comparing the sun to a firefly. I could have slipped away and moved freely if I wanted to escape.
But I had no alternative.