Chapter 343: Balak (3)
The jungle on the 11th floor of the basement was a horrible place, reminiscent of the floods of the Red and Black Mountains.
Venomous scarabs, bone-sucking mosquitoes, vines armed with spikes like awls, berries as heavy as maces, narrow, deep cliffs cleverly covered in rotting leaves...
A normal person would not have been able to survive half a day in this forest, let alone make it through.
Moreover, it is now night, and the darkness has descended to an unbearable depth.
It was an ambitious time to be wandering around, even for the ship's owners, who were the original inhabitants of this jungle.
But.
Pasasak.
Vikir moved freely through the forest as if it were his own home.
He carried Cerberus' fur against the wind to keep other beasts at bay, found cliffs hidden by fallen leaves and scaled them, and cut open the air sacs of overgrown daylilies to release gas to scare away poisonous insects.
The spiderweb on his left hand, spun by the cub, bridged the gap between cliff and cliff so effortlessly that it would have taken hours to climb.
It was all done with such skill and familiarity, as if he'd been doing this for decades.