Chapter 439: A difficult mapping expedition
In Kasluopa, in the Fallen World, the Insect Person Akrodos had not returned to the Highland since the last meeting ended.
Pitch darkness surrounded him now. Apart from a corner of the Otherworld's outline visible overhead, there was no visibility whatsoever.
Strictly speaking, unlike elsewhere, the outline of the Otherworld above him offered no light to see by. It was merely an image perceived on the level of the soul, not a true light source. His eyesight alone could make out nothing around him.
Even after all his years in Kasluopa, the Insect Person had never seen a place like this.
The rotten stench that permeated the entire world was terrifyingly thick here. Even with his endurance, the Insect Person felt an urge to shut off his sense of smell, but he knew the odor did not come through smell alone. Blocking it would be useless.
His insectlike feet crossed and shifted like phantoms, carrying his body along at high speed.
He dared not use any magic power. Relying solely on mental perception, he sensed his surroundings with his mind's eye and committed those "images" to memory.
He had entered this boundless darkness two days ago, and it seemed to have no end.
He sensed no danger, but Akrodos did not dare relax in the slightest. It was not merely that he felt no danger-he felt nothing else either, good or bad.
It was as though he could perceive only the outlines of the things around him. He could tell where there was water, stone, or soil... He could discern the terrain, but beyond that, everything was utterly dead and silent.
I hate this feeling...
Akrodos had lost count of how many times he had repeated those words in his mind. Then he quickened