Gou is a dark elf in Warhammer

The sandstorm, which could tear flesh apart bones, came with great force, like an invisible beast pouncing on Daquus's team. The wind carried countless tiny grains of sand, which instantly turned into countless sharp blades, tearing everything in the air madly. The sandstorm whistled with a sharp sound, like an angry roar, submerging the entire street in a chaotic sandstorm.

As Daxus raised his arm, the team members, who had never been separated, immediately took action, gathered in a dense formation, and quickly gathered together to form a solid circle, tightly relying on each other.

Kami, who was originally standing in the middle of the team, also bent down, allowing the Eternal Glory Armillary Sphere on his back to stand upright. The Armillary Sphere started, and a dazzling light illuminated the tightly-knit team.

A protective shield filled with energy instantly rose up around them, the shield flickered with light, like a crystal clear film, separating the violent sandstorm from the team. The sandstorm hit the shield like a raging wave, making a series of muffled sounds, but this magical barrier was as solid as a rock, without the slightest shake.

At the same time, the sunshade glass that fell from a height was constantly picked up by the strong wind and smashed towards the protective shield. The glass lost all its strength the moment it touched the protective shield, and some of it turned directly into powder and dissipated in the air in an instant, without even leaving a sound of breaking.

Some of them slid off the edge of the protective cover, making a harsh collision sound and fell to the ground. The remaining fragments trembled slightly in the wind, as if making their last struggle.

Soon, the sandstorm stopped, but the howling wind was still there, and screams appeared from time to time in the night, 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 a noisy clamor, and it was more like a jungle than a city.

The sound reverberated like real sound waves, but it had lost its former glory and color, leaving only dull glass that silently slid down 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 hit the ground, there was a sharp, piercing sound, and the glass fragments scattered like a cold raindrop, falling on the dusty and sandy street.

Small fragments reflected a faint light on the street, like a dying person's last glance, flickering with the life that was about to be extinguished. Larger fragments made a harsh clashing sound, mixing with the broken tiles and rotting wood chips, forming an eerie resonance.

The sound of breaking glass continued to echo in the empty streets, as if awakening some ancient memory 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 those secrets that had long been lost in the long river of history.

"Ryan... come find me..."

Ryan was stunned. He was not sure whether the voice he heard was real, fake, 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 the 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 it wanted to swallow him whole. Then the face disappeared and only sand and glass were left.

Dacus, who was not far away, observed the surroundings. He focused his main attention 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. The birds were a kind of foreshadowing? The horror of the sandstorm was set off. When the inner emotions reached a certain value, they would flee to the two cracks that looked like a passage in a panic.

Maybe then everything will be over, completely ruined. When the team disperses, 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 always deliberately disperse to give away opportunities.

Fortunately, he is not stupid and knows that there is strength in numbers. The members of the team are not given in vain. This can be said to be one of the most powerful lineups in the world, if not the only one.

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

In this case, magic might really be better than physics. In a short time, the broken walls were removed.

The street stretched out before Daxus, its length magnified and distorted by the panels of sun-shielded glass hung from the walls of the surrounding buildings. Light was at first reflected, then absorbed into a seemingly endless blackness. Sand lay thick on the street, piled against the walls, and covered with layers of broken bones.

As he walked, Ryan subconsciously brushed his hand across a dirty glass, revealing his reflection. He paused, as if something passed behind his reflection, as if someone was looking at him over his shoulder, 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 procession marched, bones made a clattering sound underfoot, rats scurried away in the light of the eternally glorious sphere, and screams echoed in the arched boulevard.

"Even the mice are scared," Cowell muttered.

"I hope they're just rats," Belloda added.

Daxus paused, the road before him breaking up into not a crossroads but a series of streets, each leading in a different direction. Decorative arches marked each street, but their specific nature had been smoothed over by time.

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

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

"Sir, did you hear that?" 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 Daquus.

"What did you hear?" Dacus asked.

"No." Ryan shook his head and replied, "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."

As he spoke, the wind blew past his ears like laughter. He hesitated, but he didn't specify a specific direction in the end, because he really didn't know, and he wasn't sure whether the road the voice told him was real or fake, leading the team into the unknown.

"So... you're not sure either?"

"grown ups……"

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

"Did you hear that? It sounded like..."

"No..." Daxus said, turning around and looking at Ryan. Ryan's hesitation and confusion made his heart skip a beat. He brought Ryan in this time because he hoped that Ryan's secret passage feature 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 beside your brother, and protect yourself."

The team moved forward 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.

"sound."

"sound?"

"Yes, a voice?"

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

"No..." Ryan frowned, but before he could answer, the laughter came again. This time it was closer. He looked around for the source of the laughter, but he found nothing. Finally, he lowered his eyes to the ground. A silhouette was staring at him through a piece of cracked 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 silhouette disappeared before his eyes.

"What are you looking at? You look confused." Franais saw Ryan looking down, grabbed a handful of Ryan, and asked softly.

"Ghost?"

"No matter what happens, you must stay by my side." This time, Franais did not continue his brother's words. He knew why Dacus asked Ryan to retreat back to the battle formation. He knew his brother was experiencing something he had never experienced. In this strange place, he could not do anything as a warrior. All he could do was to 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 its 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, heard the conversation between the two brothers before, but he didn't interrupt. However, after observing it later, he realized something. He came over and whispered.

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

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

There was a long silence, and then the sound disappeared.

On the street, the cracks on the glass spread like a spider web, expanding continuously. As the cracks grew longer and wider, the entire piece of glass seemed to be twisted. A pale light shone from between the cracks, and Ryan heard the words again. 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. Daxus could feel the commotion in the city, something invisible was controlling the city, the wind had changed, and the streets were shaking, as if waiting for something.

The team advanced silently, and suddenly, something stretched out from a palm-sized, harmless, and easily shattered glass on the ground. The pale thing grabbed Ryan's feet like a wisp of frost. It was fast, too fast, as if... But Ryan disappeared even faster than that, it could no longer be described in seconds, as if it was completed in just two frames.

Ryan didn't struggle, didn't scream, he just disappeared, falling into the glass like he was falling into a lake. The glass uttered a sigh that might have been content, then broke and expanded into pieces.

Flanais and Tolandil, who were grabbing Ryan, reacted quickly enough, but they were still too slow. They collided hard with each other and fell to the ground.

The commotion in the team caught Daxus's attention. When he turned around and figured out what was going on, his eyes widened in an instant and countless swear words rushed into his throat.
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Ryan howled angrily, but in this strange space, his roar was ruthlessly swallowed up, echoing in the void, leaving only mocking echoes. Those laughters, sharp and piercing, came from all directions, filling his ears, as if countless mouths were 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, and he was sealed off from top to bottom, left to right, front to back, by cold and sharp glass. Every piece of glass was shaking, as if it had life and was approaching closely.

He saw his own face, staring at him from hundreds of angles in a distorted form, anger and fear intertwined in those eyes, countless selves were telling him the despair deep in their hearts. He heard his own voice echoing in the glass, but that voice seemed to come from another world, full of strange textures, and every curse was like the last gasp of the 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 that the falling process lasted for several days, or it was just an illusion for a moment, but it was meaningless. His senses were deceived by this strange space, and he was lost in the ever-changing light and shadow.

As he fell, shards of glass came at him from all directions like a never-ending storm. His body collided with the sharp edges, slid, and fell, like a powerless leaf being swept into chaos by a hurricane.

His world became a twisted tunnel of reflections, each mirror a curse that trapped him in an endless self. He tried to retreat, tried to escape this endless nightmare, but every time he turned around, the way he came was gone, lost in the flickering shards of glass, dissipating on the edge of the void.

The walls of the passage seemed to shrink around him, and the cold glass was getting closer and closer, squeezing his space, as if to swallow him completely. Sharp fragments stabbed at him suddenly like the claws of a beast. His anger reached its peak, and he raised the blade of reality and slashed fiercely at the squeezing objects that tried to swallow him.

With a sharp scream, the glass shattered into countless fragments, as if being swept into the dark abyss by a whirlwind. In the brief relief, he thought he saw a face that did not belong to him in the broken glass, a strange and distorted face with an ominous light. But soon, the wind blew again, and the strong suction dragged him deeper into the void, into the starless darkness.

He stumbled into the endless darkness, each step becoming more difficult. He could hear Daxus's angry roar, close at hand, yet so far away, as if two worlds were intertwining and separating in his ears. Light and darkness continued to merge and split in his vision, forming an indescribable chaos.

The ground beneath his feet was not solid stone, nor was it fragile bone, but something that creaked like glass. Every step he took was like stepping on sand, but this sand was not a natural product, but was composed of countless broken selves, as if every step forward would crush his soul under his feet.

If he stopped, the tiny shards of glass would begin to drag him into an endless abyss, as if he would be swallowed by the strange sand. Wherever he looked, the world around him was twisting and splitting wildly, and his broken face kept flashing before his eyes, like an endless nightmare.

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

The glass fragments ruthlessly cut through his skin like a sharp blade in the wind. His cheek was cut open, and blood flowed along his skin. The hot liquid dripped onto the ground, mixed with the glittering glass fragments, forming 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, shielding his eyes with his hands, trying to block out the blinding light and flying glass fragments. He didn't know what was ahead, nor did he know if he would be swallowed by the endless void, but he knew that stopping meant death, and perhaps something more terrible than death was waiting for him.

On both sides of him, darkness spread like thick ink, covering the space between the mirror fragments. He felt an unprecedented fear, a fear beyond reason, huge shadows floated in the darkness, the existence of the shadows could not be fully captured, but he could feel that every movement of the shadows caused the space to distort and vibrate.

It was something bigger than a city and more massive than a mountain. That indescribable existence wriggled in the abyss, like a giant god turning over in his sleep.

Ryan could feel the breath and power of that thing, and the existence of that thing brought an unbearable sense of oppression. Each of his reflections shrank back, as if the reflections realized the true nature of the shadows, and the fear of the reflections seemed to be his own fear, magnified countless times, and finally he began to doubt whether these shadows were just the incarnation of the deepest darkness in his heart.

Ahead, the glittering city was still waiting for him at the far end, with jagged towers rising like lightning in the void, but everything else was drowned out by the strong light and difficult to identify. The light stung his eyes like a sharp blade, but it was full of irresistible temptation.

However, the road 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 sides, 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 beneath his feet constantly shattering under his every step, and the glass fragments swirled like a whirlpool, flying into the endless void.

The city seemed to be forever out of reach, trapped between a faint light and endless shadows. He felt a strong fear, so strong that he once doubted whether he could continue to move forward. In the darkness, vague shadows rose from nothingness, and the shadows seemed to suddenly realize his existence and began to approach him.

The sword in his hand was heavy and powerless. He felt the reflections around him shrinking or fleeing, howling silently in the darkness. Was the reflection himself, or was he just one of the reflections? Everything became so confusing that he could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. He didn't know whether he was still the same person, or if he had become one of those reflections.

The road shook, and shards of glass rose up around him, enveloping him. He felt himself being dragged into the glittering mirror city, swept into the current. Waves of shards of glass came like waves, completely drowning him. He could not see anything but his own twisted, shattered reflection, which smiled at him strangely, as if mocking his powerlessness and fear.

The light suddenly became extremely strong, 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 he was being swallowed by the endless light and merged into this flickering mirror city. He didn't know whether he still existed, or if he had become a part of this sea of ​​light and could never escape.

Suddenly he was hurtling forward, almost too fast to stand. The glass spun and fell away, revealing swirls of stone, columns and pillars, arches and steps, all of which wound around him in an endless tunnel of twisting architecture. He realized that the city had once been so far away, and now it was spread out before him, unrolling like a great tapestry.

He saw the towers snapping toward him like the teeth of a great beast, and the towering walls. Gates creaked open beneath him, and statues clamored at the edge of his vision, reaching out stone hands as he fell.

A cold wind blew past him, blowing through him like leaves. There was the sound of a mirror breaking, and then he slid down a slope covered with dust and stones, and he rolled down, coming to a stop when he hit the remains of a pillar. There were hundreds of small wounds on his face, and blood dripped from them. He was sore all over, and he waved his hands to try to clear the dust that had been raised 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 a challenge.

He looked around and found himself on a hill of rubble and bone fragments that sloped down to the shadowy streets below. All around him was a maze of endless stairways that either rose high into the shadows or disappeared out of sight.

Narrow streets and towering arches rose at wrong angles, twisted and bent as if by the hands of a giant. Here and there were columns and shards of glass, either beneath his feet or rising high into the sky. In the distance he could see high causeways stretching out over the city like a spider's web.
It was as if someone had folded a city and twisted it again. Above him, amid the steps and the jutting statues, a huge arch emerged from the side lintel. Inside the arch, a cracked sunshade slowly reformed, chillingly.

He heard a whisper of laughter, but it was quickly blown away by the cold wind that blew around him. His breath bloomed in front of him, and only then did he notice that there was something under his feet.

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