Wang Rou β The White Peony β
SPEECH: #3369A0
He barely registered that ZhanXi had begun speaking again. A few symbols in particular had grabbed his attention, and his eyes narrowed slightly as he traced them over with his eyes. They didn't have the same kind of meaning as the others. These were different.
When ZhenXi finally admitted that this was the language of that infamous hidden kingdom of legend, a chill ran down Wang Rou's spine.
If this was the language of Elves, how was it possible he could read it? Trying to hide the trembling of his hand by gripping his sword tighter, kept his eyes averted away from his little brother.
"These are spells and hexes," he whispered, attempting and failing to keep his voice steady. "They taunt whoever dares to investigate, cursing them to never find answers. But this," he gestured with a shaky hand to the two symbols he had been staring at previously, "I think this is a name. It's not like the others."