No. 7 Purple Vine Lane, the third sub-basement.
Before the altar, Ian sat cross-legged, the sleeves of his dark gray robe draped on the ground.
His eyes were partly closed, his fingertips suspended in the void, slowly sketching as he reviewed yesterday's battle.
Every detail of yesterday's confrontation with the Level Five pollution mother replayed in his consciousness.
The dark violet vertical pupils, the dense mass of tentacle-eyes, the warnings that had popped up on the panel.
And at that final moment, the icy sensation of being watched by a high-level entity.
That feeling… It was like being stripped naked and thrown into a frozen wasteland, so cold even his Soul trembled.
At the edge of his vision, a line of text silently appeared on the panel.
[Level Five Abyssal Will Intrusion Record: Archived]
[Soul Coordinate Lock Status: Blocked]
[Recommendation: Avoid the Burning Canyon area]
Ian slowly exhaled, feeling a great weight lift from his heart.
