'Swiish'
A faint, swirling light flickered in the dead, grey world as a portal appeared in mid-air, and Ethan, along with his two Spirit Pets, fell onto the ground.
The air was suffocating, filled with Death Essence so thick that it clung to his skin like a cold, heavy mist.
There was no wind, no rustling of leaves—only an endless silence that pressed down on them.
Ethan took a moment to adjust to the desolate landscape on which cracks ran across the ground like spiderwebs.
The soil was as grey as ash, and skeletal remains of Spirit Plants lay scattered, lifeless and brittle under his feet.
In short, around him, there was nothing but decay.
'So, this is… the Greenheart Realm that is 90 percent conquered by the Undead Race?'
His eyes narrowed as he could feel the Death Essence in the very air.
"Gentle Voice said that as soon as I enter the Greenheart Realm, I should go to the Last Stronghold of the Greenfolk people."
