King Gulben fought without hesitation. This was not his first experience inside a realm like this. Even though the scenery and atmosphere were different, the foundation of the place was familiar to him, too familiar even.
He remembered what's inside the Codex of Blood.
Within that ancient tome, every Elven king possessed a private realm to sharpen their might. The method was eerily similar: enter the dimension, slay the monsters that manifested, and absorb their essence to strengthen one's body and Magic.
The king had never questioned its origin because it had existed for generations, known only to the rulers of the Elf Palace. But now, seeing Erend's Dimension he couldn't shake a quiet suspicion.
Maybe Erend's Dungeon World and the Codex of Blood shared a forgotten root.
Maybe they came from the same ancient lineage of Magic. Or maybe they were crafted by the same hand.
He kept the thought to himself. It did not matter now.
