Dakion (4) Drip. The sound of a water droplet falling is heard. Drip drip. At the same time, a pungent odor stings the nose. Seongjin unconsciously grimaces and looks around. The scenery before his eyes is quite familiar. Damp walls covered with filth and moss. A pitch-black tunnel where even the eyesight of an aura user fails to clearly see...
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