"It's gone."
The record abruptly ends here, as if the writer was forcibly interrupted at some moment. Adira felt a bit disappointed; if there were more records, it would be interesting.
However, he could still deduce some clues from this ancient text. He had heard of this [Black Oil], a resource from ancient times referred to as [Black Gold]. The price of Black Oil was even ten times more expensive than gold of the same weight. It was an extremely rare resource.
During its usage, the Elf Race gradually discovered issues with Black Oil. Long-term exposure to Black Oil might lead one to fall into an eternal dream, trapped in endless madness.
Could it be some kind of special curse?
Right, before entering, the Blood Erosion Tyrant seemed to have mentioned a curse, sensing its presence...
"Drip!"
It was the sound of liquid falling, clear and crisp.
