It was deep... very deep.
White felt himself falling for what seemed like six hundred meters underground before he finally hit a soft, pudgy ground that swallowed him to his waist.
It felt like quicksand, every movement only pulled him deeper, as if the ground itself was trying to devour him.
Add that to the surprise of suddenly falling, and the fact that it was pitch black around him, with barely any light from above, despite being six hundred meters below ground.
It was the type of hell that would have sent most creatures frantic and fearful, but White felt nothing.
For one, his eyesight was incredibly clear in the darkness.
It was so clear that he even felt like wincing his eyes from how sharp everything appeared.
That was a new discovery for White. He could see in the dark better than in the light.
Wherever this body came from... it must be a world of pitch black, to be able to evolve such clear nocturnal eyes.
White deduced.
