He checked the time; there were less than three minutes left. He placed the admission notice scroll on the ground, then pulled up his hood, hiding his entire face in shadow.
Three minutes flashed by.
The magical runes on the scroll began to surge quickly, twisting on the scroll like worms, finally forming a black crack in mid-air big enough for a person to pass through.
Li Qing was silent for a moment, hesitated a bit, took a deep breath, and carefully stepped forward, holding his breath as he entered.
...
...
Dark!
Cold!
Whether it was the heavy clouds that seemed to be oppressively compressed or the somewhat pungent air that smelled like decaying flesh.
The first thing that caught his eye was a street paved with brownish-yellow stones, flanked by tall trees of an unknown kind. The leaves moved without wind, as if gently swaying in sync with some rhythmic breathing.
Though he didn't know how to describe it correctly, that's what Li Qing felt.
These trees were alive.
