347 || Chapter 339 || Gala'En Core

The steps creaked as weight was relieved from the wood. Moulin was the last to climb down the stairs. His steps grew soft as he continued to walk, following the two elves in front of him. A mystical air surrounded the area brought from the magnificent lights and the vastness of the place. The spiral staircase of wood and coiling vines was the centerpiece of the abysmal vertical tunnel. Moulin felt undeniably small within the wideness of the space. The walls were covered with exquisite flowers with petals emitting a wonderful glow. They weren't too bright, enshrouding the place with a comfortable dim light.