On the way back, he re-verified several areas he had passed through before; that hollow, broken tree trunk showed no change, and the small energy signals beneath the layer of dead leaves continued their leisurely wanderings, while the gray and white flocculent matter in the forest still moved as if blown by an invisible breeze.
Duke opened his eyes in the basement. From his Space Ring, he took out pen and paper, and using the faint light of a nightstone embedded in a rusty lamp holder on the wall, he started to transfer the map he had been marking with his Spiritual Power in his mind onto paper, stroke by stroke.
The shape of the forest's boundary, the rise and fall of the hills, the flow and convergence points of the Earth Element Dark River, the suspicious position of the broken tree trunk, the precise coordinates of each Nightmare Dust attachment point and the current density assessment.
