As Blore reached the center of the pane, a low, muffled roar suddenly reached his ears. He stopped and listened intently to its source. As time went on, the roar grew louder, as if coming from the depths of a cavern, with a power that shook his heart. A chill ran down Blore's spine; he didn't know what it was, and he didn't know what to do.
He took another step, and the transparent board under his feet creaked, as if complaining that his weight was too heavy. He looked down and saw a bottomless cave below. The darkness seemed to hide countless secrets.
He walked slowly forward, the spider cracks on the board became more and more, and his heart beat faster and faster.
"Hey! Is there anyone here? Does anyone know where this place is?" With a loud shout, there was a sound in the space. Blore felt that the uneasiness in his heart was reduced a little, but what followed was the layers of echoes of his voice, which filled every corner.
The spider-web-like cracks had stopped expanding. It was no exaggeration to say that Blore finally felt himself calm down. Everything had happened too fast, too mysteriously.
The grape rose glass is still in his hand. If the fragrance can condense into a substance, perhaps the entire space has been filled by now. Blore held the thing in his hand and began to feel depressed for a rare time. He didn't know where he was now, and he didn't even know the location of his three companions. Let alone completing the task, he couldn't even leave.
The fragrance that permeated the air was dreamlike, lingering and graceful, evoking an inexplicable sense of softness and gentleness. Perhaps it was because there is always a way out, or perhaps it was because there is always a way out, Blore suddenly noticed a faint red light seeping out from the depths of the cave.
"No!" A voice suddenly echoed from deep within my heart, like a long alarm bell. A violent roar swept over me again like a tide, but what was the reason?
Blore stared blankly at the bottom of the cave, then slowly shifted his gaze to his hands. At this moment, the spiderweb-like cracks began to gradually expand again, which made him feel that something was very wrong!
What went wrong?
Where exactly is it?
where?
Blore frowned, thinking hard, but the more he thought, the more the pain in his head intensified. He held his head in his hands, his body trembling slightly with pain. The chains on his body rattled as he moved.
The cave below is bottomless, and red light accompanied by unknown mist seems to be rising continuously, and the rich fragrance of flowers is overflowing and permeates the air.
The aroma gathered and slowly floated up. At this moment, a faint red light seeped out from the surrounding walls. The red light was as bright as blood, giving people an ominous premonition.
But this red light was also strange. It did not cover Blore's body, but only intertwined with the fragrance of the flowers, floating slowly. They intertwined with each other, forming a strange scene.
As the fragrance of flowers and crimson light mingled in the air, a faint face emerged. This face was immense, like a mask, adorned with rosy rose petals. Their petals were as white as snow, their stamens as brilliant as gold, each blossoming with utter splendor. The rosy rose petals on the mask were lifelike, swaying in the wind and emitting a captivating fragrance. However, this fragrance was tinged with the scent of blood, filling the air with an inexplicable fear.
Beneath the mask, a dark figure loomed, its full form unclear. All that could be seen was its erect posture, clad in a black robe, emanating a powerful aura. It floated silently there, like a silent mountain, imbuing one with an endless sense of oppression.
Suddenly, the eyes on the mask opened, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. Those eyes, like burning flames, were filled with blazing heat and majesty. In that instant, the entire space seemed dominated by those eyes, making it impossible to look directly at them. Those eyes gleamed with cruelty and indifference, filling one with an inexplicable sense of despair.
Blore was sitting on the broken glass that had formed a spider web. It seemed that the mask of his figure had not yet appeared, but Blore only felt that his body was half cold and half hot, while the chains on his body suddenly became hot for no reason. Golden inscriptions floated on them and began to surround Blore in circles.
The owner of those eyes stared for a while, then closed his eyes again. This very simple action made people feel tired and exhausted for no reason. Then the figure suddenly disappeared, and Luo Baitu Mi and the mist and clouds beside him mixed with the fragrant wind instantly fell from the sky, passing through Broll's body like an invisible object and falling into the abyss.
Blore felt a chill, as if something was passing through his body, causing him to shudder. But at that moment, the intense pain faded from his mind. He gathered his consciousness and looked into the abyss. He saw the mist and fragrant wind swirling in the abyss, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, a deep roar rose from the abyss, as if some enormous creature had awakened within. Blore's heart tightened, but there was nothing he could do. He tried to stand, but found himself unable to move, as if bound by an invisible force.
Needless to say, the noise this time was louder than ever before, and the layer of glass beneath him looked precarious, as if it would collapse in the next minute or the next second.
Suddenly, the mist and fragrant wind rushed out of the abyss, carrying powerful force and fragrance, and rushed towards him. Blore watched them getting closer and closer in confusion, and an inexplicable fear surged in his heart.
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