"Tack!"
The ruler came down sharply, striking Silvanus's hand and making him instinctively pull back.
A towering figure appeared, so tall it nearly blocked out the light. It was a woman with a long, slender frame; her billowing dress looked strangely heavy against her gaunt body. Her harsh eyes fixed on Silvanus, and her voice was icy. "Fighting is forbidden here. Go to the dark room of your own accord!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the ruler tapped against Silvanus's back. Silvanus bit his lip. He wanted to explain, but then realized he couldn't utter a single word. Everything felt profoundly strange.
In the end, he was locked inside directly. It was indeed a pitch-dark room, utterly devoid of light—one couldn't even see one's own five fingers in such a space. And darkness always brought with it a suffocating weight of fear.
