Stepping into the mist-shrouded forest, Green's first sensation was one of extreme discordance.
His higher-being perception, originating from deep within his soul, allowed Green to clearly perceive the surrounding world as though it were pieced together from separate fragments.
The chaotic feeling transmitting from within his soul caused Green a trace of slight irritation.
Not only interference with detection, but also the ability to interfere with emotions? Feeling the anomaly transmitting from within his mental power, Green's expression grew even more vigilant.
Green turned his head sideways, looking at the overall environment within the Gray Mist.
The forest outside the Gray Mist Zone extended into the Gray Mist Zone, but compared to the outside world—where the forest appeared lush and verdant under the sunlight—the environment amidst the Gray Mist appeared far more bizarre.
The forest within the Gray Mist possessed no sound whatsoever; no birds, beasts, or insects existed here, leaving only a dead silence.
A quiet akin to death was the main motif of the entire environment.
The ground was thickly covered with half-man-high dark-green shrubs, their layered leaves intertwining as though concealing something within themselves.
Beside them stood tall, bizarrely twisted trees whose trunks and leaves were covered with black-purple and dark-red patterns, their bark exhibiting a dark brownish hue as if they were prepared at any moment to devour passersby.
From the tops of certain canopies, black gelatinous substances slowly oozed out from the apex of the tree trunks, viscous as glue. These black substances dripped downward along the trunks; wherever these black gelatinous substances flowed, the bark caved inward, and bubbles occasionally emerged, imparting the sensation that these black gelatinous substances were digesting the trees.
The ground was carpeted with dark-purple withered leaves, layered thickly across the earth like a heavy rug that gave one a