After putting the Waking Root into his Inventory, Clyde rose to his feet without pause.
He didn't even bother brushing the dust off his coat.
The haze keep shifting and pulsing around him as if alive and like it was watching him. But Clyde paid it no mind.
He began walking again, deeper into the unknown. The world might twist and breathe like a fever dream, but he had long since stopped fearing such things.
Clyde knew that there was nothing here that could harm him anymore. Not after all he had faced and the Celestials he had already killed.
So what were these things compared to that? Corrupted beasts and illusions conjured from some shattered world? They were just smoke waiting to be broken.
His steps were steady, boots crunching across cracked ground and twitching moss. Every few meters, the haze shifted in color. From green to violet to black, and the terrain curled or split like fractured glass beneath strange pressure. Clyde pressed on without bothered.
