Michael?
'...I'm here,' he replied groggily.
His vision was shrouded in black, and the feeling of cold creeping up his spine was even more disturbing.
After all, how could he feel cold? It did not make any sense.
He scrambled around, trying to move his arm, only to feel endless resistance.
'Map it out,' he ordered, his voice containing traces of panic.
I'll try, the system replied as the map appeared in the seemingly endless darkness.
However, the contents were anything but clear. In fact, it almost seemed like the system was messing with him.
'Are you messing with me?'
Of course not. I'm still mapping it out. But from what I can see, you are stuck somewhere deep underground.
'Underground? Fuck...' Michael grumbled inwardly before sending a few bits of mana outward, trying to cut apart the substance holding him down.
