The ground was muddy. Dried roots erupted from it and stretched into tall canopies overhead.
Bright yellow fruits hung from the canopies, their dim glow acting as the only source of illumination in the endless darkness.
The whistling sound returned to Lith's ears.
It drifted softly past him like a cold breeze, guiding him deeper into the prison.
"My clothes…" Meng Yuexin muttered with visible displeasure as mud stained the hem of her robes.
Elemental energy could not be controlled here.
For someone accustomed to commanding natural laws with a mere thought, the sensation felt suffocating.
Lith ignored her complaints and continued walking toward the direction of the whistle.
Along the way, half-buried bones protruded from the mud beneath his feet.
Some were human.
Others were too large.
Or shaped incorrectly.
Crunch.
Lith stepped on something brittle and glanced down.
A jawbone sank slowly into the mud.
'No imminent danger for now.'
He continued forward.
Then—
Splash.
