Three days had passed since the matte-black Jeep left the gates of Castle Zero behind.
The Forest of Lamentation welcomed them with an eternal, suffocating twilight. Obsidian trees loomed like silent giants, watching every movement with wooden indifference. Sulfurous mists rolled lazily between massive, twisted roots, and occasional blood-curdling howls echoed from the depths—a constant reminder that in this realm, they were far from being the apex predators.
Dayat sat in the driver's seat, his focus absolute. His hands moved with practiced precision, spinning the steering wheel to dodge protruding roots, moss-slicked boulders, and gaping sinkholes. The Jeep snaked through the obstacles, its heavy-duty tires clawing into the mud with relentless stability.
"Hmm~" Dola stretched her body in the passenger seat, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall of moonlight. "Three days confined in this metal box, Master Dayat. Are you not bored yet?"
