Crumbling ruins, the vast underground palace, mostly covered by wild forest vegetation.
Walking westward for a while, the omnipresent phosphorescent skulls around illuminated a red silhouette clearly.
It was a gaunt, emaciated woman, hunching deeply, her posture bizarre, her shoulders and head almost buried in the ground.
The ground where she stood was covered with white wild grass and a sea of dark blue flowers, burying most of her upper body.
The red dress on the woman was particularly tattered, resembling an ancient bridal gown seen in a coffin, scattered among the flowers, exuding an indescribable eerie beauty.
At the same time, the woman's muffled, mournful voice intermittently emanated from the ground:
"Ouch... it hurts so much..."
"Save me... save me..."
The woman was a great distance from Baili An and his group, but her intermittent sobbing seemed uncannily close.
