In the pitch-black underground wilderness, the dark elf girl Ithrace walked briskly, clad in light leather armor.
She stepped on the damp stones with shoes woven from Underground Spider Silk, passing over various short weeds, leading the tall figure with a conical hat behind her constantly towards the underground.
She had considered using her familiarity with the environment and her agile movements to shake off the presence behind her, but the opponent's body technique was incredibly astounding; despite several attempts to escape, she was closely followed, leaving her to execute her original plan.
"How much longer until we arrive?"
At this moment, a young man's voice came from behind the girl, marking his first words on the journey, hinting that his patience had worn thin.
"We need more time, we're only halfway."
Ithrace quickly replied without turning her head, seemingly fearing eye contact with the presence behind her.
