Walking deeper into the cave bit by bit felt weird. The deeper I go the lower the altitude feel like just like I'm walking downstairs to some lower floor.

"What is this feeling building up inside me?"

Is this the feeling what adventurers feels while traveling and exploring new places?

...

Touching the wall at both sides feels carved out into several patterns.

"... wow, it doesn't feel real at all."

walking deep down, I found a giant cave with faintly glowing stones scattered all over the places.

"Is this what a fantasy world feels like?", feeling like a character roaming in an fantasy world. I think I now understand these feelings of mine...

"This is more like a large hall than a room.", walking inside I noticed a tomb slate and a iron sword stab to the ground next to it.

In middle of this large hall a commemorate place for someone. Rubbing of the moss covering the slate, there was a name written to it.

"Derv Zephyr", haven't heard anyone with this name before. Not someone mentioned in the history. Looking closely at the sword, some moss and vines are covers the blade but I can see it's still sharp ready for a swing.

Crouching down near the tomb slate, I saw a flower blooming in the crevices between the rocks.

"Just who was he? A warrior?"

"No a hero, if I'd to say little human.", a deep voice from the behind of tomb. With it's giant head, he took a look on me while laying on the ground behind the tomb. It was an old dragon.

"A hero?", I asks.

"Yes, calling him a hero is more suited than a warrior.", dragon replies in his deep voice. He stood up with his wings wide open, walking towards me and staring into my eyes. He asks, "Human, are you not afraid of me? You are one of a kind if I'd to say."

"... It's not like I'm not afraid. It's just I was expecting something dangerous to begin with.", remembering the warning from Feta, she said there is something dangerous inside the cave. Now I understand why she was so afraid of it. It was a dragon and the huge amount of mana she felt must be leaking out of this place.

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A dragon protecting a tomb of a warrior... no a hero perhaps.

The only way to know more about this person and why is he resting in this isolated place is to asks the said dragon i guess.

"Who is this person name Derv Zephyr?", I asked.

With my question, Dragon walks to the other side near the sword. He spoke slowly, "A noble sole who sacrificed everything for this world and it's peace."

...

Staring at the blade, I can see the sadness in the eye of the dragon. He knew this guy personally? An acquaintance or a friend?

looking at me again, he says, "He was a warrior from human side in the distrust war between all the races."

...A war?

"There was a conflict between races?", I found out about elves being real. Does that mean other races from fantasy realm are also real?

"Human... you are different. You are interested in a story from old time when no humans would be aware of it anyway.", turning back dragon walks back to the the place he rested at.

"No humans would be aware of it... wait, do you mean?", trying to asks a question. I got cut mid sentence by the dragon. He says, "Yes you are quiet sharp. Humans has no knowledge of our existence here because it was the last sacrifice by the Derv for to achieve peace for each race. A world separation."

I don't know why but now I understand this... Feta calling me a race from fantasy and if I'd to say we also had the concept of elves, dragons and magic.

A coincidence in imagination or it was due to tale passed by those who remembered them.

"Derv Zephyr... ", a human who had done a world separation?