Han Yu had been walking for two days now.
The forest around him had not changed in the slightest. Each step he took seemed to lead him deeper into the same scene he had already walked through hundreds of times before.
The same thick trees covered in moss, the same twisted roots curling out of the ground, and the same faint mist that hung low like a ghostly curtain. It was as if the forest had become a looping illusion, trapping him in an endless maze with no beginning or end.
Yet, Han Yu was no fool.
He had checked his marks over and over, even backtracked his own trail to confirm that he was not walking in circles. The carved arrows on the bark were all still there, each one showing the direction he had taken.
He should have been moving forward, but nothing around him ever changed.
