With Palishanya leading the way, they moved unimpeded through the mist.
They traveled all the way to the end of the mist.
"Up ahead is the core region of the Lost Forest."
Following Palishanya's words, Angel looked ahead.
The core region of the Lost Forest was a circular forest centered around a low hill. There was no dense mist within this ring-shaped forest. Instead, like elsewhere in the Azure Forest Region, there was only a thin fog formed by the power of nature, spread evenly throughout the woods.
The setting sun shone through the thin mist, gilding the forest with a soft golden edge.
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, making them whisper and sigh as though they were playing a hymn to dusk.
Looking at the scene before him, Angel was quite astonished. He had never expected that after passing through the gloomy Ancient Decayed Mist Forest, they would ultimately arrive in a place like a paradise beyond the world.
While Angel was stunned by the sight before him, Palishanya was also gazing at the forest bathed in sunset glow. Its expression was complicated, holding both anticipation and surprise, as well as fear and worry.
All those tangled emotions eventually sank into profound depths.
Then Palishanya tremblingly raised one of its roots, filled with yearning as it tried to touch the long-missed sunlight ahead.
But the moment its root passed through the mist and entered the ring-shaped forest, a terrifying pressure descended. Even Palishanya, which had once lived here, was so startled by that pressure that it swiftly withdrew its root.
"My lord's aura has grown stronger again." The oppressive sensation from its root seemed branded into its soul. Even after retracting it, its body could not stop trembling slightly.
Three hundred years ago, although Palishanya had retreated from