| classification:Science fiction |
| author:Not ten strings, ple |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-29 17:35:29) |
A grave, aged voice sounded from beyond the iron gates. It was a special intonation drawn out with length, the peculiar accent unique to the people of the capital city—elvish.,Please note that the original text inside the tags was empty. Let me know if you'd like to translate anything else!,The old sprite stood nearly two meters tall, its hands behind its back like a ghostly silhouette of deadwood against the moon. Its straight and rigid spine, as solid as a pine, radiated immense power.。