Could someone else have been thrown in again?
That was Soul Lock's first thought.
At the same time, he inexplicably felt relieved.
At least he would not be alone in this godforsaken place anymore. As long as there was someone besides him, that was enough.
After staying here for several hours, he was already close to his limit.
Such a vast space, with only himself in it and not a single other sound.
Soul Lock felt that if he stayed here any longer, he would probably go mad.
Loneliness, eternal silence, not the slightest hope of escape in sight.
His connection to the gods had also been completely severed.
This was the first time Soul Lock had felt such freedom since accepting a god's gift.
He had nearly forgotten what his life had been like before.
Yet this freedom of the spirit had come at the cost of the environment he was trapped in.
Shaking his head and casting aside his scattered thoughts, Soul Lock gazed expectantly at the vortex in the space before him.
A black shadow appeared, and the vortex gradually calmed.
Soul Lock felt somewhat disappointed. He had originally wondered whether he could use this chance to escape.
From the looks of it, that was impossible.
Soul Lock's gaze fell on the black shadow. It seemed to be some sort of object.
He moved over and seized it in his hand.
Soul Lock frowned. It was a bottle filled with black liquid, looking like an Alchemy Potion.
What era was this? There were actually still people using Alchemy Potions?
No, this was not the time to focus on that.
Why had that boss thrown this thing in here?
Could he be trying to poison him to death with this?
Soul Lock shook the bottle, and clusters of