Chapter 54: Nizemar

Although it was called a swamp, William felt that this place was more like an island pieced together by countless strange images after entering Zamara's Moon Realm.

At the very least, it was more like an island in his eyes.

Dream murmurings and screams howled in the mist. Countless terrified and distorted faces appeared and disappeared as countless illusory hands flailed and struggled.

As William fell, he adjusted his landing point and quickly traversed the nightmare mist that drove mortals crazy. Finally, he landed steadily in an empty clearing in the forest.

This was a forest made of countless strangely-shaped withered trees. The ground was muddy and sticky, and a faint mist curled up around it.

Lightning flashed across the pitch-black sky from time to time, and every time lightning flashed, it illuminated the forest differently.