Renan's expression darkened.
'What… is that?'
Then, his eyes moved to the wall behind the dwarf.
Etched in bold, unyielding letters was a message.
Renan read it out loud, his voice echoing through the empty chamber.
"The shadow of the past."
'Huh, what does this Shadow of the Past mean?' Renan thought as his sharp gaze moved down to the rest of the inscription, scanning for more details. Below the bold words, he saw additional writing etched into the stone, carrying an ominous message.
"Child, do not cross this line but read this first.
I do not know how or who sent you into this dungeon, but as you see, the dwarf sitting on that box is a shadow of mine—well, not exactly my shadow, but a copy. Although it does not possess the full extent of my power, it is still quite strong, standing at the Seven-Star level warrior.
You, child, who are not even above ten years old, will die a brutal death under its relentless attacks.
