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(Tw: contents will focus on the dark genre, exploring disturbing topics)

Every author loves their story.

Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?

The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.

The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.

All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.

Everyone loves their work.

But some forget they did.

The Author's Playground

(Flash back to what happened back in the first dungeon. From chapter 26)

With Victoria resting her head on his shoulder and Lucian sprawled across his legs, Elijah could only sigh.

('Those people are taking too damn long to find us…') His entire body ached, exhaustion seeping into his bones. ('I can't even feel my legs anymore.')

How was he supposed to carry three people back to the academy?

Should he leave them here and go find help? Probably. But was it really safe to just let them sleep on the cold, muddy ground?

Carrying them? Hell no. He could barely manage one person, let alone two.

('Maybe I should just drag them…')

Before he could entertain that absurd thought any further, a voice cut through the stillness.

Elijah's head snapped up. Relief crashed over him as he shouted back, "We're here!"

I'll pave the way, you just need to tell me (2)