Ausia walked across the wasteland.
Black Mist surged around her like stage curtains, concealing the sky and the distant scenery.
She could see less than ten meters in every direction; anything farther away was drowned in dense black fog.
The surroundings were quiet, and the only thing she could hear was her own footsteps.
Alone in such an environment, even the firmest will would inevitably waver and breed fear, instinctively making one feel that Unspeakable Things lurked nearby.
Like predators in the jungle, watching their prey, toying with it, watching as it walked step by step toward death in terror.
Of course, Ausia would not be like that.
As a patroller, she had a long life and had witnessed all manner of bizarre and bewildering scenes.
Besides, that inexplicable suppression had now vanished. Given her strength, it was rather difficult for her to encounter any danger.
What Ausia cared about most now was how the other members of the investigation team were doing—whether they had encountered danger, or whether they had already withdrawn ahead of her.
She also wondered whether they had encountered those outsiders as well.
Whether they had received help from the Glory characters.
There were many questions, but no answers.
Crash.
A weathered, decayed rock shattered, producing a crisp sound.
Ausia lowered her head for a glance, but her pace remained unaffected.
She had merely chosen a direction and moved forward, trying to cross the Black Mist or see what exactly existed within it.
A faint candle flame swayed beside her, casting a dim yellow glow.
The light was not particularly bright, yet it kept the Black Mist at bay.
This was a Divine Artifact blessed by a god, possessing extraordinary effects beyond the mortal realm.
Black Mist obscured the sun and moon, vast fields of dry