Siderius entered the outskirts of the town. In the real world, the town connected directly to the forest.
But in Profunda, they were separated by a large bottomless pit with only one flimsy rope bridge in the middle.
Siderius squatted down and checked the wooden poles on either side of the bridge. He dusted off the dirt right beneath them, revealing a white skull with its mouth wide open. The wooden pole was hammered into the mouth of the skull.
Siderius tapped lightly on the skull. Green fire flashed in its two eye sockets then quickly died down.
The rope bridge stretched then turned into a solid stone bridge.
"As expected," Siderius mumbled.
States of matter in Profunda wasn't stable like the real world. It constantly changed and transformed. If you knew enough about this place, you could easily manipulate it to your will.
Siderius summoned Silver Hawk and carved a message onto the wooden pole, hoping that anyone coming after him would be able to see it.
