Half an hour later, in an underground space, Michael emerged from the dark river with Count Engel gasping for breath.
"Damn it, this isn't the exit!"
Looking at the dim underground space surrounded totally by dirt, Michael's expression changed.
Then, one by one, figures appeared, their expressions changing as well.
Because at this moment, before them was not the exit, the light was not representing the outside world, but the faint glow emitted from a massive root system ahead. They were in an underground space, completely covered by dirt, with no passage leading out.
"Let's go up and recover for a bit!"
A hoarse voice spoke, Count Engel mustered up his energy and instructed the crowd.
No matter if this place was the exit or not, Count Engel was well aware.
In their current condition, they were not suitable to continue exploring; encountering dangers could lead to unpredictable consequences.
What was most needed now was recovery.
