Chapter 347: Sunless Umbral Basin
The black-iron skiff hovered at the very edge of the pitch-black wasteland.
Rhain stood at the forefront of the deck.
With a thought, a flash of spatial light illuminated the dim air, and the huge skiff vanished into his spatial ring.
"If we continue to ride the skiff, it will attract more of the dangers from basin," Rhain stated.
Lyra crossed her arms beneath her chest, her crimson eyes scanning the desolate environment.
"I know that," Lyra snorted haughtily. "You don't need to instruct me like a novice."
Without waiting for him, she took the lead, stepping directly past the boundary and into the Sunless Umbral Basin.
The moment their boots crossed the threshold, the environment proved incredibly hostile.
A thick dark fog aggressively surged toward them, carrying a highly toxic miasma that sought to invade their pores and rot their meridians from the inside out.
Fwoosh—!
