The pitch-black tunnel was utterly devoid of light.
Everywhere lay a desolate scene, with no water, no light, no plants. Only dusty caves and the occasional sound of dripping water.
Yet no one knew what truly lurked within this darkness.
"The Dark Region is a peculiar place."
Fang Zheng walked at the front. Though he held no torch in hand and used no spells, his eyes easily pierced through the darkness—the four people following Fang Zheng all had excellent night vision, needing no light sources. Even Akemi Homura, due to becoming one of Fang Zheng's Enchanted Clan, now had the Dragon Race's dark vision, making this place just as harmless for her.
They followed Fang Zheng like this, traversing the uneven ground while listening to his introductions.
"There's hardly anything valuable in the Dark Region... Well, at least according to the records in the White Tower, the only ones somewhat friendly to us here might be the dwarves and rock spirits."
"What are rock spirits?"
