Lu Li walked alone in the vast, unvisited Dark Plains.
The cold air carried an indescribable stench, as if rotting corpses were piled deep within the distant plains.
The fluorite in his palm protected Lu Li from being swallowed by the Dark Plains at the noon hour, while occasional glimmers in the darkness resembled raw meat on a trap, attracting the entities wandering the wilderness.
But during an afternoon as if night descended, the fluorite lost its protective effect. Lu Li was fortunate to find an abandoned farmhouse before the plains plunged into darkness.
The farmhouse had collapsed, leaving only the barn and shed maintaining their shape.
Squeak—
He pushed open the drafty wooden door; dust on the ground and piles of debris in the corners indicated that no one had visited here for a long time.
Perhaps he should be grateful the farmhouse collapsed, preventing the strange from nesting here.
