Huai Shi felt like he couldn't catch his breath.
In the dimness, he held up the candlelight, stepped onto the staircase, and slowly descended... as if he were walking step by step into the seabed.
Below his feet, layers of darkness rippled like the tide.
Huai Shi felt his toes were a bit numb.
He stopped, moved his feet a bit, and felt a slight stiffness in his ankle—areas the light didn't reach were gradually petrifying.
The deeper he went, the stronger the curses echoing in the darkness became. Even if he just held up the light, even if shadows formed for a mere moment, a faint petrification formed on the skin's surface.
Luckily, as long as he didn't venture too deep, this process was still reversible for someone with Soloist's resistance.
He paused, moved his stiff body in place, and looked around.
Beyond the lonely descending stairs was the vast darkness.
It made no sense at all.
