Looking at the notebook already half-turned, the Hero was suddenly taken aback.
Realizing she couldn't afford to waste any more time, she forced herself to tear her gaze away from the notebook's contents, quickly packed her bag, and stood up abruptly, turning her eyes once more toward the dense fog before her.
This thick fog exuded a mysterious air of refusal toward outsiders, yet it also carried an inclusive openness, merely devouring everything in its depth.
But the young woman took a deep breath slowly, then set off resolutely.
The Gleaming Scale Serpent followed closely behind. As they stepped into the stone forest, the fog immediately swallowed their figures, as if they had never been there.
Outstretched hands couldn't see their fingers.
Such a description was not exaggerated in the slightest. If the Hero wasn't small in stature, unlike those tall and robust adventurers more in tune with the ground, she might have struggled to see beneath her feet.
