Although Lann's weight is much more than that of hunters pursuing swift combat, his movements are more agile than those of the hunters in Yan'an.
The decaying beams inside the tower crisscross at varying heights.
Lann jumps down layer by layer, and his extended body finds any reachable handholds to slow his fall.
Finally, after a few easy leaps, he arrives at a broken platform, where there's a door opened in the wall.
The heavy solid wood door is pushed open, shaking off quite a bit of dust.
It was apparent, this door hadn't been opened by anyone for a long time.
The scenery beyond the door feels familiar to Lann.
Since this isn't his first time entering the Hunter Workshop.
The reality almost mirrors the dream realm he was forcibly drawn into, except for its long-neglected decay makes it seem even more rundown than in the dream.
The stone path on the dirt is cracked and disordered, the small church lost a layer of its wall, vines and rust spread over the iron fence.
