Another day passed.
The rest of the climb down was as uneventful as it could've been.
Vince somehow managed to not fall off the cliff for the third time.
Yes, I know. Miracles do happen.
By the end of the day, we found ourselves even deeper into the jungle.
The trees here were taller than they were on the upper plateaus, and the few creatures we encountered were far, far more ferocious than anything we had seen until then.
I'm not joking.
Some creatures we fought were so dangerously powerful that they made the Tree King and the Fog Monster look like bad jokes.
The haunting crimson light of the bleeding moon barely reached this region. Even the shattered sky was hardly visible through the thick canopy overhead.
The whole forest was now swallowed by the darkest of shadows.
And I'm not even exaggerating.
Everything was so dark, visibility was so drastically reduced, that even seeing just a few feet ahead felt like a struggle.
