Ye Chong's heart grew colder the farther he walked. The place was quiet, too quiet... He was able to discern the soft chirp in the woods at first, but now he heard nothing. It was so quiet that even the rustling he made upon stepping on the rotten leaves sounded ear-piercing.
His nerve was tensed, as alarmingly he looked around constantly.
The humidity of air chilled his chest. The forest grew denser as he walked on.
There were all sorts of plants, peculiarly disturbing, that it felt like a nightmarish visit to a botanical garden. The sun could never reach the place, yet the plants grew so well it was creepy.
The greenish leaves, the colorful flowers, alluring yet soul-taking.
Ye Chong's heart was racing. He took a look at the plants. His alchemy knowledge had convinced him to take a deep cold breath in fear.
Glitterbloom, Haemovine... Dartelion?
Where am I, what is this, is it hell?