In the dim light of the ruined pagoda, a group of elves grumbled and complained as they searched the premises for anything of value.
"Ah! This isn't fair! Our earlier generations had it so much easier, but we have to suffer. The concentration of the blood essence strings is so low that we haven't come across even one until now."
"Shut up. This time the trip to ancient ruins is not about acquiring any treasures or even acquiring any of the blood essence strings. This time it is all about survival."
"Meh. You are just being too cautious. Every decade when the gate to the ruins is opened, there is always bloody carnage in there. Of all the people who enter here, several die. This is nothing to be shocked about. It is expected."
"No. No. I think you have not heard about the news yet. This time the ruins is going to be more crowded than ever. The Emperor has opened the gates of the ruins to many major kingdoms. Each Kingdom received 20 slots!"
