"Just as Teacher Camus said, the wind here is in a special state."
The moment Gentle Wind Uranus entered the misty battlefield, he sensed an aura completely different from that outside.
There was still wind here, but it seemed to have been divided into countless segments. All he could perceive was the wind around him.
Once he took a few more steps forward, the wind that had felt familiar before took on a different flavor.
It was as though the entire misty battlefield lay within unstable space. Every step transported him to a different location, rather than along one continuous, complete path.
For that very reason, the wind he perceived was also fragmented.
However, even if the wind he sensed came in fits and starts, that did not mean the wind itself had been severed. The essence of wind remained continuous. The reason it presented such a contradictory state was most likely due to the interference of an external force.
As for what kind of force it was, combining Dangros and the others' accounts with the information about the wizarding world he had once received from Mr. Feng, Gentle Wind Uranus already had a faint answer in his heart.
He paused, casually controlled a wisp of gentle wind, and tried to send a message outside.
Yet after that wisp of wind entered the mist, it did not leave the battlefield. Instead, it vanished without a trace.
Gentle Wind Uranus seemed to have anticipated this phenomenon. After thinking for a moment, he did not continue experimenting and headed directly into the depths of the clouds and mist.
Along the way, Gentle Wind Uranus encountered no danger. Yet there was boundless fog before and behind him, as if he had entered a prison of mist. If not for his ability to smell