The Shadow Plane was the shared shadow of every plane in the entire Multiverse. Because of the nature of shadows, although this world was equally rich in species and resources, it lacked the vibrant diversity of the primary Material Plane.
In this wondrous place, only two colors existed forever—black and white!
Black was pure black without even the slightest reflection, while white was pure white without the slightest blemish.
In this world, the boundary between black and white was extraordinarily distinct and absolute. Only outsiders could possess a dazzling variety of colors.
And those colors were destined to make every outsider seem utterly out of place in the world of shadows.
"Billions of years have passed, yet the world of shadows still retains the black-and-white appearance Wedraxia remembered. It seems nothing has changed here."
After fully concealing his Legendary aura, Punk stamped the ground beneath his boots. Watching the black dust rise in the deathly silent space before simply settling back down without even the faintest breeze to stir it, he had confirmed that he had entered the Shadow Plane.
Although this was his first time visiting this place renowned for its strangeness, the Legendary Mage was no stranger to this world of only black and white.
During the Netheril era, even these eternally dark shadows had been part of the Archmages' "expansion of territory." That old pedant Wedraxia had even built a magic tower here to oversee the extraction and collection of certain resources. Therefore, Punk had every reason to believe that his understanding of the Shadow Plane was no less extensive than that of an ordinary Legendary Level rogue.
For example, back when he was at the Formal Level, he had captured a group of Shadow Maggots from the Shadow Plane for experiments. Even now, he could recognize