The Far Shore.
In the deepest depths filled with thick, black malice and bone-chilling air, Elias was surrounded by a horde of grotesque creatures formed from writhing worms.
For the past few days, he had rested neither day nor night, seizing every minute Alex wasn't home to push forward through the deadly lands of The Far Shore. Having overcome countless dangers, he had finally approached the deep zone.
How deep The Far Shore was, even deities could not estimate; it was like a bottomless abyss. The most fundamental difference between the shallow and deep zones was the increasingly chaotic and frenzied aura.
Elias stood amidst the encirclement, the golden soul fire in his eye sockets dancing violently, hand gripping a rusted broken sword. Without the binding of authority, his power was greatly restricted. coupled with the fact that Elias was in The Far Shore, those who were previously suppressed by the light became active again, staring greedily at his soul.
