Wasp and Night Owl suddenly vanished into that boundless darkness, as if they had stepped across some invisible boundary. Beyond it lay a "world" utterly different from the silent city within the dense fog.
They had left the fog, and with it, the time and space twisted by the Supernatural Phenomenon.
Modir Wilde still stood quietly on the fog-shrouded street. He had not followed the two young agents, instead remaining at the edge of the fog-covered domain. He carefully observed the foggy border they had crossed and recalled what had happened when they stepped over that boundary. At last, realization dawned on him, and he murmured, "So it's a boundary where time and space are discontinuous. No wonder... It seems this entire space truly is no longer part of the real world."
The surroundings were silent. No sound answered the old mage's muttered soliloquy, yet he suddenly smiled and turned toward an empty spot beside him. "The sun will probably take some time to rise completely. I can stay here with you a little longer."
After the old mage finished speaking, the air remained silent, but the gray-white mist around him suddenly stirred strangely. Then a line of pale words appeared on a nearby wall: "As expected, I could not hide it from your eyes."
"Actually, I didn't notice at first, either. The abnormal environment here affected my senses, but I have experience. Some... rather unusual experience," Modir said calmly. He found a relatively clean spot nearby and sat down on the ground. "You were never waiting somewhere 'safe,' were you? You've been following them the whole time, haven't you?"
"...Before they evacuated, I returned to the base, but by then I could no longer make contact with them. I spent a long time trying to send them a message,