The nights in the lower world of the Whispering Swamp always came so early. It was just four in the afternoon and while the upper world was still bathed in sunny weather, the lower world had already entered twilight. Although it wasn't plunged into absolute darkness, the dim light significantly reduced visibility; objects twenty to thirty meters away began to blur. However, luckily for everyone, they had already made their way through the path of flowers unscathed, stepping onto Firefly Plain. Though each person had eyes red as if they had just been crying, they successfully made it through. As soon as they left the path of flowers, everyone breathed a long sigh of relief.