"The Tirmosians had endless lifespans, but most of them found it difficult to live healthily through childhood and adulthood. Like other Elemental Creatures, they suffered from a disease caused by magical erosion, which spread among them and brought great trouble to their race. Moreover, the Tirmosians regularly sailed beyond the Elemental Barrier to hunt in the Chaos. Adults and young individuals often died during long hunting expeditions, while the few who possessed exceptionally long lifespans became shamans or sages, guiding their clans and tribes toward the future."
The Light Ship sailed through the mist, its radiance cleaving through the fog and illuminating a dozen meters ahead. The surface of the water was dark and heavy, like a mirror. Reflected in that mirror was what looked like a steel cable glowing white-hot under intense heat. In truth, it was a beam of light that radiated a faint luminescence. It passed through the boundless fog from the ship's left side, shot out from somewhere behind the mist with no visible end, then plunged into the churning fog ahead and vanished.
That was the Tirmosians' Path of Light. To ordinary people, it was merely a navigation beacon composed entirely of Light Element laws. But fairies and Tirmosians could use it to teleport to many different worlds.
White Mist stood at the bow, her dark eyes reflecting the mist and radiance, making them seem both hazy and indistinct yet glittering brightly. The fairies' Light Ship resembled a small elven boat. It was long and flat, shaped like a leaf, with a long stem extending from its base. A lantern hung from it. There was no flame inside the crystal lampshade, only a floating ball of light, as though a swarm of fireflies had been trapped within.
She stood above that lantern, her claws gripping