The lives loss rate of the [Land of Mist] was several times higher than in the zone Stark had just been in.
It wasn't surprising. Players would need to be ready for the fact that zones only kept getting harder.
Every step deeper into [Eternal Soul] demanded more resources, more lives, and more skill.
Anyone careless enough to charge in without preparation would simply vanish.
But by the time players could actually survive long enough to enter the [Land of Mist], they would surely have stacked up enough lives to handle it.
After all, it would take a long grind before they were even strong enough to come here in the first place.
Still, Stark stood there now.
His eyes narrowed as he scanned the gray mist spreading in the distance.
The air carried a heavy weight, a suffocating kind of pressure that even he couldn't ignore.
It was thicker, colder, and felt dangerous in a way that was different from anything outside.
And then, he finally spotted what he had been looking for.
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