For people with some experience in magic casting, it is very common and easy to control mental power to adjust the power of magic. After all, you can't set the fireplace on fire with all your might, and you're afraid the whole house will burn down.

The unknown danger led Vane to pour out his mental power to the limit of what he could reach. The impact of the fireball's explosion threw Wayne more than two meters away, and he fell to the ground fiercely. Fortunately, the ground was not too hard, and even then Vane was still smashed.

There was a buzzing in my ears, there seemed to be warm liquid coming out of my nostrils, and the smell of something burning from somewhere. Vane struggled to his feet, the combination of new and old injuries made him grin in pain.

The cave was quiet as if nothing had happened, and Vane could even hear his own heartbeat. Not far away, there was a charred corpse, no longer visible, only some unburned white skin could be seen behind it.

The remaining few white ghosts should have fled, and just as he turned around, Vane saw no less than five or six pairs of green eyes.

The white ghost appears to be an underground creature, and this seems to be where they store their food. So why didn't they kill the fat mate? They could have killed themselves while they were unconscious. Vane's stomach full of doubts could not be answered.

"Help me......" The hoarse voice of the fat first mate pulled Vane back into his thoughts. The effect of the levitation technique seemed to have worn off, and the fat body of the fat mate swayed in the air, desperately struggling to get down.

There weren't many magic herbs left for the flotation technique, so in order to leave enough for emergencies, I had to grieve the fat first mate. Vane simply cast a fireball spell to burn the thick hemp rope that hung from the fat mate's hands. "Plop!" and the fat first mate fell to the ground next to the pool.

There is a hole in the opposite corner. Maybe he had seen those white ghosts pass through there, or maybe it was the strong desire to survive that made him lose his mind a little, and the fat first mate, after whispering "thank you" to Vane, turned around the pool and ran towards the mouth of the cave, repeating unintelligible muttering in his mouth. Vane limped after holding his staff.

However, the fat man who had just entered the cave suddenly disappeared, and then a scream was heard, and the sound lasted for less than half a second before it came to an abrupt end.

Vane's body tensed, and he held his staff to his chest and slowed his pace toward the hole. Vane was sweating profusely in the cold cave, could it be a white ghost?

It was a long, dark passage with a bright light at the end. Vane leaned against the wall next to him, pricked up his ears, and waited for a moment without hearing anything.

Vane simply held up the camera hanging from his chest and snapped a picture of the passage. Soon the photo was in his hand. Vane looked at the photo and frowned, and immediately took another picture of the ground at the entrance of the passage.

This time, Vane's hand holding the photo trembled.

There is no such thing as "ground" at all! It is a two- or three-meter-deep tunnel, densely covered with sharpened log piles, and the tunnel is already filled with skeletons of various creatures. The fat first mate lay forward in the pit with his whole body, and more than a dozen logs of varying thickness passed through his body, and he was already too dead to die.

Although Vane has no crush on the fat first mate, he is also a companion in this dangerous wasteland. In the photo, the fat first mate died tragically, the red-dyed log stakes, and the pile of white bones gave people a strong visual impact. Vane unconsciously broke out in a cold sweat, and the photo in his hand fell to the ground at some point.

After waiting for a while, Vane seemed to think of something, and crouched down to pick up the previous photo to take a closer look. Sure enough, the top of the passage was covered with rattans, and the white ghosts must have climbed the rattan through this spiky trap.

Thinking of this, Vane calmed down a little, he reached out and compared the height, gave up the idea of jumping directly, and raised his staff to cast a levitation spell on himself.

Levitation usually requires only one magical herb, Blood Moss. Blood moss is a common and inexpensive medicine found in moist caverns, and flotation is a very common form of magic, but its range of applications is a bit awkward. People who have been cast flotation tend to achieve a kind of equilibrium, floating a short distance from the ground, and can only stay in mid-air because they cannot generate forward momentum. Of course, you can jump from a great height and cast a levitation spell on yourself in the air, which is also a nice experience.

At this time, Vane was already floating in the air, with the deadly spike trap and the tragic death of the fat first mate at his feet, and Vane raised his head and stopped looking. He pinned his staff to the strap of his satchel behind him and grabbed it upwards with both hands. But no matter how hard I tried, my fingertips were always about half a meter away from those rattans.

Vane even thought about casting a fireball spell in the opposite direction, and with the help of its impact, he might be able to catch those rattans and even reach the end of the passage. But he thought about the sharpened logs and gave up on the bold idea.

As the clock ticked, fine droplets of sweat broke out on Vane's forehead. His body was starting to get a little heavy, and to be on the safe side, he cast a levitation spell on himself again.

How nice it would be if I were a bird," Vane grumbled.

Wait, bird? Why can't I be a bird?" Vane slowly spread his arms and swung downwards at an accelerated pace, actually getting closer to the top. Repeating this, Vane soon grabbed the stiff rattan at the top and began to move forward with his hands.

On the ground at the end of the passage, Vane's heart was beating violently, and he sat and gasped for breath. Even with the blessing of levitation, it couldn't counteract the dread of those terrifying log spikes in the tunnel.

After slowly calming down, a feeling of unease, loneliness, and perhaps some despair came over Vane's mind as she had never felt before. He had tried not to think about Elena and the others, but his mind did seem to be half manipulated by the demon, and familiar voices and images kept appearing, and even some terrible things that he didn't dare to think about.

Vane slammed his fist to the ground, and the frozen dirt fought back mercilessly, grinning in pain. Then he seemed to think of something, and rummaged through his satchel in a panic. Soon in one of the mezzanine inside, Vane pulled out a photograph.

Four teenagers stood side by side in the snow. The wind ruffled their hair, snowflakes fell on top of their heads, and everyone turned red from the cold. Yet they laughed and laughed heartily.

Felder, Elena, Eth, Simpson...... Vane silently recited the names in his heart. Memories of the past float through my mind, with two children in Gus smuggling out on the river with adults on their backs, and teenagers dancing in the Obojar Tavern looking forward to the future......

It all seemed like it happened yesterday, and it seemed like a long time had passed. Vane clenched the sides of the photo tightly with both hands, tears falling silently on it.

"I'm sure there are people who, even like dust, can't stop him from turning into snowflakes. Looking at the lively and warm smile in the photo, a voice sounded in Vane's heart, and his restless heart slowly calmed down.

yes, how could I let her down?

Vane stood up, walked to a narrow, diagonal passage where the light was shining through, and stooped in.