Evangeline gently cupped her palm, and the viscous poison mist seemed to solidify within it.
She frowned slightly, surprised. The concentration of the poison mist was rising sharply.
The space within this rock cavern seemed naturally formed, a world unto itself. The origin of the poison mist was even more peculiar.
She looked up at the sky. High above, a dense, pitch-black poison mist swirled without dispersing, almost looking ready to drip down. Yet, there was no sign of it breaking through the sky, as if it were shackled here by some invisible force, not leaking out in the slightest.
If this extremely toxic substance were to escape, it would be a nightmare for the entire Beastman Continent. At that point, there would be no need for natural disasters; the countless living beings of the Beastman Continent would face annihilation.
'Was there ever a place this dangerous in the novel's plot?'
