Stepping into the colorful passage, Fang Hao felt as if he had passed through a layer of cold water curtain, and the scenery before his eyes shifted instantly.
The noise and chaos at the entrance were suddenly cut off, leaving only a heart-stopping silence in his ears.
He found himself standing on a wide but dilapidated stone staircase extending downwards.
The steps were built from a dark blue-black boulder, covered with slippery moss and dried, dark brown stains of unknown origin.
The air was filled with a heavy smell of mold, dust, and a faint... scent of blood?
The light was extremely dim; only some moonlight stones embedded on both sides of the stone walls, which had long lost their luster, emitted a faint, pale light, barely enough to see the ground under his feet.
Overhead was a dome so high it was invisible, pitch black, as if it were a giant mouth devouring the light.
"This ghost of a place..." Fang Hao muttered to himself, immediately bracing himself.
