No matter what happened, the world of shadows remained as silent and dim as ever. Andokla Forest was simply too vast, so the area affected by the battle between two Legendary Mages amounted to little. Once one moved away from that searing sea of lava and fire, the black-and-white tones of the landscape and the tranquil forests of white trees still dominated the darkness. Thick black clouds concealed the still-burning remnants of the Fire Element Law in the sky, while the omnipresent power of shadows dispersed every Legendary ripple that sought to travel into the distance.
In this world of eternal night, neither the arrival of a Legendary powerhouse nor a grand and violent battle could stir even the slightest wave amid the endless shadows. Boundless darkness always swallowed every foreign thing without leaving a trace. Perhaps those chilling "inherent properties" were always subtle and elusive, but as long as one set aside one's self-righteous assumptions and carefully sensed the shadows everywhere, any Legendary who considered themselves powerful would surely feel the suffocating stillness and strangeness of this mysterious world...
The longer Punk stayed, the more he understood why those Legendary rogues devoted to comprehending the Shadow Law refused to linger in a place where they could merge into the night at any moment. Although the Shadow Plane did not visibly and clearly affect the souls and minds of living beings as the Infinite Abyss did, whenever he swept past white trees that were utterly fragile compared to a Legendary professional's power, Punk instinctively felt a subconscious urge to leave these shadows as quickly as possible.
As time passed, the growing frequency of that "urge" could no longer be dismissed as a simple illusion.
*Once the mission is complete, I need to get out of here immediately. Since the Netheril