The moment the elevator closed, the light provided by the white candle abruptly ceased,
and Yi Chen was swallowed by pure darkness in an instant, where even the faintest particles of light utterly died away.
However, for Yi Chen, this was hardly a problem at all.
Darkness was all too familiar, even 'welcoming' to him; during his life at the Orphanage, he spent several times more locked in a dark room than he did in Freedom.
Moreover, the journey to the Original Tomb had already acclimated Yi Chen to Death, especially the five-day-and-five-night climb through the Abyss that had quieted him down, as he reveled in this ancient darkness and sought the gradient concentration of the Death Plague, heading towards its most intense direction.
On Yi Chen's body, his gentleman's clothes integrated with Black Death Skin and shimmering with black luster, seemed to undulate in such an environment, as if breathing,
sifting the oldest, most primitive Death Plague into the threads of silk.
