Adonis descended into the underground mine alone.
The space was not large enough to accommodate dragons freely. Only those in dragonoid form could enter and mine the precious Spirit Iron ores comfortably.
Along the walls, he noticed several traces of crystalline ores alongside many other earth elements, but none of them were his priority right now.
He went deeper.
Luminescent crystals embedded along the walls guided his path forward, their pale glow steady and ancient, as though they had been lighting this tunnel long before anyone thought to mine it.
100 meters...200m...500m...800m... 1,200m...2,000m...2,500m.
He was now nearly 3 kilometers underground.
The environment was dark and scorching, the heat pressing against him from every direction with the accumulated intensity of the earth's own furnace. But to his constitution, it was nothing more than a warm embrace.
He pressed on.
