175 [3-32] Throw in folklore scholars (1/2)

He used a tablecloth, a cloth to wipe his hands, a ripped apron.

In any case, Miaranse applied a cloth to the wound and tied it tightly, and gave first aid to Rene.

I don't know how effective ordinary first aid would be in this space, or if it would make any sense in a normal way.

”I'm ...... going to die ......?

Rene's breathing is labored as he lies on the torn curtain.

Her wrapped upper body is soaked with blood through the improvised bandages.

I'm not going to let ...... you die. Never ......!

Mihranze stood up, lightly patting Rene's forehead, which was sweating feverishly.

In fact, Rene should already be dead, but that doesn't mean that the current situation can be left alone.

--That's crazy!　What was that, ......?　This space trapped us with strange devices, but did not directly hurt us. Why then, suddenly, ......

It's just a hunch, but something is wrong, Miarandze thought. It didn't fit with what Miaranse and the others had been made to do.

First of all, if they could do something like that, they would have done it from the beginning. Why now?

Renai. I'm going to find a way out. We need to get out of here as soon as possible.

...... Don't go. ......

He squeezed her hand and looked at her with moist silver eyes, making her feel guilty.

It would be best if you could take him with you, but it's a wound that should not be moved carelessly. For now, he had to leave Rene here and find out what was going on.

Please listen to me. I can't heal that ...... wound. We have to get a doctor who can help you as soon as possible.

I'll find a way out. I'll be back, I promise.

Squeezing Rene's hand, Miarandze quickly ran out of the kitchen.

Then, at the end of it, there was a kind of twisted tunnel.

”What is this?

The hallway was crazy.

The space was more cylindrical than square, and the carpeted floor and sooty wallpapered walls were distorted like the view of a drunken person.

There were chests of drawers and cupboards floating in the air, as if something had torn them open.

--The world is ...... broken!

Looking back, the corridor behind her was a relievingly sensible square space.

Only the front of Mehranze's body was out of alignment.

And from beyond the distorted space, there was a faint glow.

--It's not so much that it's broken as that it's ...... destroyed.

It is as if something is happening that is outside of even the laws of this ”hidden village” .......

Miaranse hesitated for a moment to go towards the strange space. It was certain that something strange was occurring ahead.

But if there was a clue to escape this strange world, ......

There was no time to stand still.

Mehranze started running.

She ran down a corridor with a strange texture, as if she were stepping on wool, jumped through a hole in the wall into a playroom, ducked under a flying game board, and twisted her body through a gap in a twisted locked door.

As I ran through the chandeliered dance hall, a blindingly strong light shone through a hole in the wall.

From the other end of the hall, there was a distant voice that sounded as if someone was talking to you. ......

I'm not sure.

At the foot of the Great Spirit Tree, the sacred ritual of the cave was filled with more elves than ever before.

It was a vast, domed, semi-subterranean space at the base of a huge, uncanny tree.

The walls, floor, and ceiling were all made of the intricately intertwined roots of the Great Spirit Tree, and the area was filled with pale blue light.

The altar ...... set up in the center of the room was kicked apart, and thick root-like structures extending from the floor and ceiling were knotted together in midair, holding something in their arms.

Like spider silk wrapped around its prey, it held up in the air something that looked like a reddish-black jewel bigger than a bear.

It was a gate to the other world, which looked like a huge and evil jewel.

Originally, it was a place where our ancestors who had returned to the forest would sleep peacefully. It is a sanctuary that overlaps with the Great Forest of Goosenfall.

But now it functioned as a cage that held the ”Rose of Hell” captive.

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The power of the Great Spirit Tree seals it so that what's inside doesn't overflow.

Swords, spears, and arrows were being thrust toward the gate through the gaps in the vines that bound the gate to the other world.

These weapons were beautifully decorated with techniques beyond human comprehension, but they were fading fast, and eventually they would shatter into sand and scatter.

”So, our treasures, given to us by the gods, .......

Jivarmaguza was astonished at the sight.