Nightfall in the dungeon always came quickly, and this dungeon was no exception.
In no time, darkness had crept into every corner, bringing a chilling cold—not just the damp cold of the stone walls surrounding the castle but a bone-deep frost that seemed to cut through the soul.
Lucian, lying on the bed, suddenly opened his eyes wide. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark. He sat up, adjusted his clothes, then slowly stepped out of the room, his face devoid of emotion.
[He finally woke up. I thought he was going to sleep through the end of humanity until this dungeon closed down...]
[Don't make it sound so dramatic. This is just the composure of a strong man!]
[Meanwhile, the humans are like ants scrambling on a frying pan, haha!]
[But so what? They've got Nerio on their side. In the end, humanity will still win.]
[Who knows? Maybe Nerio's just here for fun. He might let all the humans die to spice things up.]
[...Now that you mention it, that... makes sense...]
