Wiping the blood from the sword and sheathing it, Nero stepped through the mouth of the cave.
For the moment, the darkness was too great to see, even with his peculiar eyes.
Slowly they were able to adjust.
And when they did, something absolutely incredible unfolded before him.
A picturesque scenery he didn't think could exist in a world full of so much darkness.
It was absolutely beautiful.
Softly glowing fungus and algae, beautiful flowers hanging from the top of the cave.
The sound of the river water running through it, bouncing off the walls to produce a strange, yet calming melody.
Everything was—
Nero looked down.
His expression changed.
'This is...'
Often times, when a path is often taken, after a long time, the erosion wears into the ground and a path is formed, creating a road or footpath.
Nero had a rather perplexed expression on his face.
He turned around and glanced at the the grizzly scene outside the cave.
