A few weeks later.
A region between Rokur and Yidia Kingdoms.
Hour of Snake. (11:00 AM - 12:00 PM)
Aksai moved slowly through the thick, damp ground of the Purple Poison Marshland.
His feet sank slightly with every step, the wet soil making a quiet squelching sound. Around him was a purple hue, a poisonous miasma that floated just above the surface like a ghostly fog.
The trees here were strange—tall and thin, with twisted branches and dark leaves that looked sick yet alive.
Vines hung down like snakes, some pulsing with a faint glow. Strange flowers bloomed on patches of land, their colors too bright to be seen as anything normal. Aksai didn't go near them.
He pulled a thin, transparent cloth with some Essence Equation symbols over his face, a Spirit artifact mask that filtered the air. Even with his cultivation, he didn't want to breathe in the miasma for too long.
