On the brink of death, the Elder still harbored fantasies. He swore to disdain death, to hide within the Wind Cellar, to survive in the shadows where the sun never shone, only for the chance to reignite.
Thus, the Elder spent a long time in the Wind Cellar. Sometimes he fell into a deep sleep, and sometimes he awoke, guarding the unchanging Wind Cellar.
The Wind Cellar accumulated unimaginable wealth, forbidden knowledge, power coveted by countless people... All these were within arm's reach for the Elder; he was perhaps the most powerful person in this world. Yet, the Elder was not happy. On the contrary, time was eroding his will.
The Elder had danced with death for too long, so long that he who once had the courage to disdain death began to turn cowardly and fearful.
