This was a swamp bubbling with blisters, constantly oozing foul-smelling sludge.
Occasionally, a sun appeared in the gray sky. It was red, leaving the climate here relatively cold. Acid rain poured down through the rotting jungle, and the air was thick with poisonous fumes.
Several days later, movement stirred within a deep pit.
"Illumination Spell!" With a soft shout, a Light Orb appeared inside the pit.
Romon finally crawled out of the green cocoon.
Only then did he see clearly that he was at the bottom of a deep pit. It was not very large, having been forcibly smashed out by his fall.
He looked up. The mouth of the pit was far from its bottom; it truly was not shallow!
Shennong Horn Space could only see the pit and knew nothing of the outside. Eager to inspect the situation beyond, Romon moved his body and found nothing amiss, then took off his robe.
After that battle, his robe had been torn to pieces, so he could only retrieve another from Shennong Horn Space and put it on.
Given Romon's current status, his robes possessed basic warmth, purification, and defensive properties. They did not need washing. The original one had been destroyed by brute force, not soiled.
A Legendary Druid did not even need to cast a full spell. His body floated upward, and such a mere pit could not trouble him. He reached its rim with great ease.
Romon took a deep breath, then began coughing.
The air carried a trace of poison. If his constitution had not reached the 20 points assessed by Shennong Horn Space, this toxic gas could have suffocated him.
In this universe, the pinnacle for mortal beings was 25. That was already the constitution of Great Dragons, Demon nobles, and the like.
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