Chapter 31 Buying off the Judges?

• Half an hour had passed, and the space grew increasingly quiet. They seemed buried in some ancient yet mysterious corner unnoticed by anyone.
• Another half-hour passed, and the oxygen in this small space was estimated to be almost completely depleted.
• Celica's forehead glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She could feel the wolf inside her whimpering restlessly. In this environment, fear of the darkness was building up, akin to sand slipping through an hourglass, growing more intense.