The stone walls were jagged, cold, and smooth, shrouded in a mysterious mist, with no sign of daylight. The silence carried an eerie feeling, as if something might jump out at any moment.
Suddenly, there was a rush of wind, and a shadowy figure appeared, arms broken, in a state of disarray—it was Mansion Master You.
He looked around, unsure and suspicious, with a vicious expression. His broken arms, accompanied by blood and muscles, regenerated and gradually grew transparent scales.
"Damn it, where did everyone go!"
Severely injured and exhausted of mana, the leisurely facade of Mansion Master You finally revealed his merfolk form, covered in scales, joints with webs, and a mouth full of sharp, white teeth.
But even with his fierce appearance, his eyes were filled with fear and anxiety.
He had rushed in too hastily, thinking the cave was straight, but in the blink of an eye found himself lost from the others.
