The stone wall was dry and smooth, different from what Lu Shu had in mind. Under normal circumstances, such stone holes gave the impression that they would be ominously damp and cold, full of growing moss.
As the three hundred people made their way down to more than 50 meters, the walls started showing some weird patterns, as if it was a drawing some sort of mysterious map but no one could interpret the meaning behind it. Initially, everyone thought that the pothole would be extremely dark but to their surprise, these patterns were emitting some light, lighting up the entire bottom of the pothole.
Lu Shu was rather curious. This pothole was a hundred meters deep and since there was already light here, why couldn't they notice the light from on top?
Something's amiss, something's amiss.
