At the sound, John instantly became alert.
The cave had been eerily quiet until then, and the sudden noise of flapping wings was definitely suspicious.
Meanwhile, John's movements forward became even more cautious, and the dizzying, foul stench in the air intensified.
The small pool that had shimmered with vibrant colors was now a sinister black, emitting a horrendous odor.
Even the stones nearby were stained with patches of white and black, looking particularly nauseating.
John proceeded carefully, but suddenly his foot slipped, and he fell uncontrollably to the side.
His hand instinctively reached out to a nearby rock for support but touched something slimy instead.
The repulsive feeling made his skin crawl.
[You have received everglowing sand (Damaged)*3.]
Huh?
John looked at the sticky substance on his hand, his expression twisting in disgust.
Everglowing sand—that wasn't... bat droppings, was it?
