Chapter 219

Night arrived early due to the overcast skies. Dark clouds gathered overhead, and before long, it started to drizzle. Elara opened her eyes and saw an expanse of deep green stretching before her—vast, silent, and eerily beautiful. It looked like an endless emerald swamp. She sat on No.17's broad, cold tentacle, lost in thought. The pale, handsome No.17 sat beside her. His eyes were vacant, like a puppet drained of its soul. His lower body was a swath of dark green. Elara couldn't see anything outside, but she knew they were moving. Through his translucent tentacles, she could see the dark blue blood flowing beneath his skin, winding and glowing faintly like luminous lines. She felt no turbulence, just a suffocating tension. Elara patted No.17 and said, "Let me go out and look." His gaze refocused. His empty eyes regained clarity as he nodded. The green swamp beneath them shifted, creating an opening above Elara's head. She was gently lifted outside, settling just beneath the "