By the cliff's edge.
"Burp..."
Little hands patted her chest, trying hard to settle the hiccups. She had eaten too fiercely and nearly choked. That had been an entire rare Floating Mountain, after all. She had seen people eat pork, beef, chicken, duck, fish, goose, vegetables, and fruit, but never anyone who could eat a mountain.
She rummaged through her storage pouch and pulled out a handful of dried hawthorn slices.
Hopefully, they would aid digestion.
Beyond the precipice lay the boundless gray Sea of Mist. Her senses found it difficult to penetrate. Dust rolled and surged within it, faintly resembling ocean waves. She had already explored the way behind her when she came, while there was no path ahead. All sorts of coincidences had guided her here in the unseen currents of fate. She believed she had not come merely to swallow a Floating Mountain. Something else must be waiting for her in the distance.
How about... crossing the Sea of Mist to see what lay on the other side?
She dug out a tender bamboo rod, squatted by the cliff, and cautiously poked into it twice. The gray Sea of Mist hindered flight. Charging in rashly would be like an old man cutting his own throat because he had lived too long.
"Hiss~ This won't be easy."
She tossed aside the bamboo rod and sat at the cliff's edge in a daze. Flying over from high above probably would not be a problem, but in this bizarre world, conserving strength and minimizing expenditure came first. She could not keep shuttling through dark regions and greeting those densely packed black monsters. Who knew whether some powerful fellow might suddenly emerge, drag her into the abyss, and leave her unable to return?
Sitting at the cliff's edge, she scratched her