Hu——Hu——
In the faint midst, one can hear the howling of the wind and the sound of the waves crashing.
Not a sliver of light can penetrate this thick, ink-like black fog.
All that the eye can see is utter chaos, as if all things between heaven and earth cannot escape being devoured by it ultimately.
This feeling is not only physical perception but also an icy coldness emanating from the depths of the soul.
It's as though a harsh undercurrent flows through the dead silence of the void, wherever it goes, freezing all light and hope.
Random travelers who reach this place cannot remain calm and only wish to flee as fast as possible, to avoid the fate of falling into the Abyss.
And the faint light that envelopes their figure seems as if it could be extinguished by the fierce wind at any moment, utterly lost in the darkness.
In such a harsh environment, one would need a "target" to anchor their consciousness if they wish to stay for a long duration.
