In the dense fog where one could not see one's own hand, a "thump, thump, thump" suddenly rang out. The sound seemed to be in front of them one moment and behind them the next.
Alger said, "I think I can hear the sound of waves too."
Hobart pondered for a moment. "This place already possesses some characteristics of the Spirit World. We can't determine our position using the concepts of distance and location from the real world. Perhaps we feel like we haven't moved at all, but our position is actually constantly changing."
After a pause, he added, "Head toward the sea. At the very least, that gives us a reference point."
Yet the closer they got to the sea, the louder the "thump, thump, thump" became.
The two stopped again. Though neither of their spiritualities issued a warning, experience told them that strange sounds within such fog often foretold bizarre forces or terrifying things.
So, they tried walking in the direction opposite the sound. Yet when they began, the sound was behind them, but after just a few steps, the "thump, thump, thump" appeared in front of them again.
They tried several times, and it was always the same. Instead, they only drew closer and closer to the source of the sound.
"Looks like it has its eye on us." Hobart said as he checked his Mystical Items. "Or perhaps we're mutually drawn to each other.
"Since we can't escape it, let's go. We'll see what's making that sound."
Alger had similar thoughts and closely followed.
Soon, an enormous black silhouette emerged from the fog ahead.
Hobart had sounded quite impassioned just now, but when he saw that enormous shadow, his steps became exceptionally cautious.
Thump, thump, thump. The sound rang out again, not far ahead.
Alger suddenly