" Ayaw mo man o gusto, wala kang magagawa... ito ang sistema ng lugar na ito. Hindi tayo makaaalis sa lugar na ito hanggat hindi nawawala ang marka sa ating likuran." Napatawa ako ng pagak. "Tayo ay parang manok na pinagsasabong. Ang mananalo ay may gantimpala... ang matatalo ay talunan." Bahagyang tumawa ito. " Ano ba ang pinagkaiba nang manalo at matalo?" tanong nito kahit alam naman naming parehas ang sagot. Wala! Walang katapusan. Pilit ko mang lumaban subalit unti-unti na akong nauupos. Kay liwanag ng araw subalit waring hindi ito tumatagos...hindi ko makita...hindi ko maramdaman. May araw subalit dilim ang aking nakikita. May bukas, subalit paulit-ulit akong nagdurusa at bumabalik mula sa simula. Mga kalbaryo at sugat na nakamarka na sa aking katawan ay muling pinapaalala ng bawat araw at bukas.

I lowered my gaze and looked at the ground, as if it were the most beautiful thing in the world. Its color was purely white, the complete opposite of the dark aura radiating from their lord. He was not very old, yet not too young to be a ruler. His age didn't seem far from mine-but then I reminded myself that looks could be deceiving. He observed me with his icy blue eyes, looking at me slowly from head to toe. His right hand rested on the arm of his huge black chair, while his other hand held a small fae-Zerel. Zerel's teeth were visible as he smiled widely at me, then turned his grin toward his lord-Lord Kaelen. "Who is this lady?" Lord Kaelen asked Satoru. "An elf, my lord," he said proudly. "I know she is an elf. Even from miles away, I could tell what she is." Lord Kaelen groaned at the goblin.