The other party mulled it over for a moment, then gently shook their head.
Seeing this, Ale turned her head and shouted, "Dorn, go ask your cousins."
"I already regret saying that."
Dorn spoke as he sat on the ground, bandaging his own wounds—he'd said he wasn't used to being healed by Drow and had politely refused their kind offer.
After tying off the bandage, he walked into the secret chamber to look at the reliefs and the sarcophagus inside. "This place is just like the outside, also a few thousand years old. Ora Kaim probably hadn't even fallen when this was built."
"Then had the war between Ora Kaim and the Elves already started by then?" Colin asked.
Dorn ran his hand over the surface of the relief again. "Probably... Hmm, it definitely had. After all, I think that war went on for several hundred years."
