Led by the female Zor Elf, Roland and his party left the Shell Ship and stepped into the Dark Nether Realm, a land shrouded in an eerie fungal glow.
The ground underfoot was soft and damp, carpeted with nameless black moss.
Giant, luminous fungi stood like silent sentinels. As they passed, the ghastly blue or sickly green light from their caps flickered faintly.
A sickly-sweet scent, a mixture of humus and decay, lingered in the air.
The slightly oppressive atmosphere was broken by Viconia, who walked at the very front.
The female Zor Elf slowed her pace slightly to walk beside Roland, her crimson eyes glinting with a scrutinizing light in the dimness.
"With your strength, you could have wiped us out completely."
Her voice was still wary, but it had lost some of its initial iciness.
"Why did you choose to hold back?"
"Just as my friend said..."
Roland replied calmly.
"We only came here seeking information, not for pointless slaughter."
