On the fifth layer of the Maze, under a gray dome lies an endless Wilderness, where the murky air emits a faint, decaying scent.
That is the smell of the spores.
They occupy a vast expanse of land on the Wilderness, like a dense fog that refuses to dissipate.
And on that fog-covered land, thick roots undulate slowly like writhing pythons.
Beside these roots, peculiar "fruits" grow robustly like mushrooms on tree roots.
These are not ordinary mushrooms.
They have pale skin, hollow eyes, standing silently, resembling humans, yet like soulless shells displayed in a wax museum.
"Welcome to view my masterpiece, esteemed Lord Demon King. According to your requirements, through grafted branches, I have created these soulless bodies on my roots."
Standing next to Luo Yan, "Helen" speaks in a hoarse and slow voice, telling words that do not belong to her.
