Following the perspective of an ancient existence whose name we do not know, Anvis's gaze moved from the corridor and entered the basement of the previously collapsed house.
Unlike the dilapidated state millions of years later, the surrounding walls and furnishings were brand new and shining, seemingly built not long ago.
"Antinoya, is that you?"
It seemed that an abnormal noise was heard in the basement, and a voice as beautiful and melodious as crystal wind chimes came through.
A small door at the top of the basement opened, and a tiny elf girl stood cutely at the entrance, backlit by light.
High Elf language?
A thought condensed in Anvis's mind.
Although the name was only a bit different from the Elf language, it was the true ancient Magic Language.
"Why did you come so late today?"
Upon seeing the figure of 'Anvis,' the girl immediately showed a delighted expression.
