The blessing of Phoenix's birth allowed many magic creatures to cross thresholds they might never surpass in their lifetimes.
However, these were merely digressions to the pair—one human, one snake—hurriedly making their way at this moment.
"We need to cross this area and the volcanic region before the sun sets."
The Hero spoke with determination, quickening her pace towards the dark mountains in the distance.
Even though they were far away, she could still see the mushroom cloud formed by the poison fog at the end of her sight, the oppressive force of it making the Hero swallow her saliva, only to feel an even drier throat.
Of course, she had no intention to charge directly into the poison cloud, after all, the words of the Water Mirror Crane King were right—the area covered by the poison fog was vast, but its spread was slow, at least the area near the edge of the volcano should still be safe.
Moreover, she was stronger during the day than at night.
