At this moment, behind the Undead Boundary, Ace had no idea that the eyes watching him had gone blind.
He didn't know that the Evernight Kings had lost all sight of his existence the moment he crossed the boundary, and he certainly didn't know what kind of place he had just entered.
The corridor behind the Undead Boundary stretched forward like an endless throat as the stone walls were unnaturally smooth, as if polished by countless hands or bodies over immeasurable time.
Dark grooves spiraled along the surface, forming patterns that resembled vertebrae, ribs, and twisted runes fused together. The miasma here was thicker than before, heavy enough to press against the senses.
Yet it did not spread randomly as it flowed as if contained and guided.
'This place…' Ace thought with vigilance.
