The grotesque twisted scene made one nauseous, and at the same time, an endless hoarse sound rose from below.
"Light..."
"It's light..."
Lebius stared ahead, refusing to look away. He could hear those whispers, as if countless grotesque beings lurked beneath this darkness, their eyes filled with envy and obsession, fixed upon him.
As he stepped forward, the cliff of black stone on the other end also began to change. A fissure silently opened, moving along the straight vertical line, shifting to both sides, extending to the edge of his vision above, as if a deity had sliced open a mountain with a sword.
The fissure extended inward, turning into a narrow gorge.
Lebius stepped into the gorge, and the endless arms behind him retreated back into the darkness, awaiting him was an endless journey and a silence so extreme it drove one mad.
Finally, in the blurry darkness, Lebius saw it.
A door.
