So, Solam not only obtained detailed information about the Well of Darkness, but Queen of Chaos had also thrown in a magical item—Skin of the Dead, a cloak made from skin peeled off some dead bastard no one knew.
The cloak looked tattered and worn, but it was extremely useful against undead. Anyone wearing it would completely vanish from the eyes of the dead, even high-level undead such as liches.
Of course, that was the cloak's only function. It had no other abilities whatsoever, and even its most basic defensive power was pitifully weak. Moreover, once he put it on, Solam could not use any power. The moment he did, he would be exposed.
Thus, up to this point, Solam could only wander around the Well of Darkness on foot, the most primitive method possible. Over three whole days, Solam had seen quite a few prisoners here. Some went mad with desperation upon seeing him and begged him to help free them from their suffering, but even more had already become numb and lifeless, lying at the bottom of the black pools like dried corpses devoid of vitality.
These were old residents who had been imprisoned for who knew how many years. Countless centuries of solitude and silence had long since worn away their minds. Even if they were released, it would serve no purpose.
Here, Solam had encountered demons, including quite a few ancient Obyriths. He had encountered bizarre evil creatures from other planes, and even several unknown gods. Without exception, though, they were all extremely dangerous and insane beings.
One of those gods had nearly gotten Solam as well.
Apep, the great serpent king of the Pharaonic pantheon—a demigod with a winding body a hundred feet long—lay quietly at the bottom of a pool. Every scale on his