Sylas moved nimbly, hopping from solid root to solid root, his visualization scanning below while he looked for a proper entrance. He wanted something a solid distance away from where the others had entered, but also close enough that he could slowly make his way back when the situation allowed.
Soon, he found what he was looking for. He stepped onto the sand and slipped downward.
The process was smoother than quicksand. He almost felt like a smooth marble slipping through the sand, falling down below with practically no resistance.
When he landed on the ground, it flexed and bowed as though he had landed on a trampoline instead. The visibility was quite low, but with his visualization, he was able to see that the reason for this was that he had landed on a mesh of tree roots.
