Rick and Ophelia stepped out of the cave, and upon stepping out, Rick was immediately reminded of the fact that he was truly in a primitive world.

Looking around, all he could see was rocks and a bunch of thick, massive trees.

This was truly the stone age in the literal sense, because as Rick trailed behind his grandmother, he could see some caves which looked big enough to house about fifty elves.

The caves he was able to count were about ten, but caves weren’t the only thing he saw.

Aside from the caves, Rick also took notice of the hut-like housing structures, which weren’t really too far from each cave.

He wondered how some elves could even live inside such structures because he was certain that if a strong wind blew into the village, these houses would be the first to collapse.

Another thing he noticed was the small rocks arranged around what looked like the main fireplace of the elves.

Even though the sun had risen high above in the sky, one would expect the flames to have been put out already, so as to preserve the remaining wood or sticks that would be used to keep the fire burning.

But no, that wasn’t what the elves did.

Instead, they kept using these logs and sticks to keep the flames going.

’But why?’

’Wasn’t magic present in this world?’

’So, shouldn’t there be an elf who could cast fire anytime they wanted to make use of it?’

’Or did someone simply forget to extinguish the flames?’

’Maybe no one really cared about any of this because they already had an abundance of wood and sticks here, so why would they be bothered to turn it off in the day, only to ignite it again at night.’

Rick uttered these assumptions in his mind but he swiftly waved such thoughts away because he didn’t want to hurt his brain thinking too much about things he could just ask anyone later.

Now, drifting his focus back to other important matters, Rick couldn’t deny the excitement bubbling inside of him the moment his eyes gazed upon the elves walking around the settlement.

Aside from the fact that each elf, be it male or female, was extremely beautiful, Rick was genuinely surprised to see how everyone walked around freely with barely anything covering their bodies.

In fact, it was a miracle how the males of this clan were able to maintain their sanity when there were so many booties jiggling and walking around without a care in the world.

Sighs ’Primitive men don’t know how lucky they are.’

’Truly, truly. They really do not know how lucky they are.’ Rick sighed softly before noticing something very important he hadn’t thought of until now.

Looking around at the few elves he had seen so far, Rick noticed how most of them had a similar light tan coloured skin and green coloured hair, just like Gwen.

While a few other elves had similar features to his grandmother, who happened to be a dark elf.

’So, does this mean there are only two types of elves here?’ He questioned as he realised the clan was mainly occupied by dark elves and wood elves.

But speaking of dark elves and wood elves, Rick wondered why Gwen called Ophelia her grandmother when Ophelia was clearly a dark elf while Gwen was a wood elf.

’So, does this mean one of her parents must have been a dark elf while the other was a wood elf?’ Rick wondered, but this was the only thing he could think of right now that truly made sense to him.

But since he wasn’t really certain of this, Rick tried not to think about it too much for now.

However, he sighed softly the moment he noticed how many elves would suddenly turn silent the instant they noticed he was walking behind Ophelia.

If anyone were laughing or talking about something of interest to them, they would immediately turn quiet to glance at him.

At first he thought he might have been imagining things, but the moment he noticed this happening more than once, he knew it had to do with the fact that he was the clan’s cursed elf.

Most of them just looked genuinely surprised to see him still alive, whilst others were trying not to make eye contact with him, perhaps out of respect for the terrifying elf walking in front of him.

At first glance, Rick even doubted his grandmother was as strong as Gwen claimed her to be, because Ophelia didn’t seem like the kind of elf capable of oozing a terrifying aura that showed she could wipe out a clan with just a sneeze.

Moreover, she wasn’t terrifyingly tall or muscular in frame, and neither did she look like an old mage in games that seemed capable of casting devastating spells.

So, Rick definitely wouldn’t have noticed the capabilities of his grandmother if Gwen hadn’t mentioned it to him last night.

But he would have definitely suspected it, because from what he could see right now, most elves were acting in one of two ways.

Some were simply avoiding eye contact with her while others simply bowed in respect before pretending to resume what they were initially doing.

And as for Ophelia herself, the shaman was simply walking leisurely as she led Rick toward her private cave.

Rick certainly didn’t mind because right now, he got to have a front row seat of her marvellous assets bouncing in front of him as he walked behind her, and before he knew it, he had arrived at Ophelia’s cave.

"Come in, Rick. There’s not much here but you should be satisfied for now if you eat these Thornfigs." Ophelia beckoned for him to step into her cave. However, the first thing he noticed wasn’t the fruits she was holding in her hands.

Instead, it was the strange markings and drawings scattered everywhere within her cave.