The third layer of the Abyss.
A massive figure ran lightly forward.
Accompanied by the melodious strains of violin music and the sweet, faint scent of Ice-Fire Bentley wine, this colorful figure crossed the eternally dark dead soil, scaled the dusky high mountains, leaped over the chilly deep trenches, and finally arrived at a lush forest.
In the Abyss, it was rare to see such a verdant forest, and even rarer still was the sight, beyond this forest, of a vast expanse of living waters that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Coming to the water's edge, the colorful figure finally slowed down, revealing its form.
It was a white elk, as large as a small hill, its body surrounded by clouds of mist, creating a very ethereal and dreamlike appearance. Most surprising of all was the twisted antlers on the elk, between which wafted a mist of seven colors, and within that mist, one could faintly make out the illusion of a city.
