In the dim, silent underground corridor.
"Ka... la... s..."
"Ka... la... s..."
A bizarre whisper, like one from a deep dream, echoed from the depths of the darkness.
Silence, darkness, Death!
These were the dominant themes of this corridor... or rather, of the entire sewer World.
Blue Glow Moss bloomed with a faint light amidst the murky green sewer miasma, preserving the last splash of color in this dead, dreary World.
In the depths of a corner lay the Border Region between the Dark Realm and reality.
A mass of viscous, swirling Black Mist rippled faintly.
Zorn, dressed in a coarse brown linen jacket and a brown felt hat, appeared silently in the depths of the sewer.
Just a moment ago, Zorn had sensed someone's arrival through the ritual trap's anchor point here.
He used this anchor point to build a bridge with his Black Mist Power and arrive at this location.
