Whether it was Trist's imagination or not, the fog had grown thicker. Even the streetlamps nearby flickered as though they were about to go out.
He looked up at the sky. It was a hazy gray, with neither stars nor moon. The island and this town seemed completely cut off from the outside world.
Lu Ban looked toward the villa. It had already been completely swallowed by the fog, and he could not see a thing. He was somewhat worried, unsure of how Amber and Momiji were doing.
Naturally, there was no signal on the phone. Lu Ban's old phone also lacked satellite short-message capabilities, so he had no way to call Amber without a signal.
"I can only find the source of the problem as soon as possible."
Lu Ban muttered to himself.
Fortunately, as a Chosen of the Gods, he had seen all kinds of storms. He had even chatted and laughed with an avatar of the Outer Gods. By comparison, Xiya and Trist of this world were far too young.
This situation was most likely caused by something that had happened on the island. Either an Old One had awakened, or some evil god was causing trouble. In any case, the dense fog definitely was not the result of abnormal weather.
Moreover, what Lu Ban had experienced in the bar just now left him quite certain that supernatural forces were affecting the island.
Those tourists were only the beginning. Whether they had eaten the local food or been affected by something else, if they continued staying here, even they themselves—or the people around them—might undergo some kind of mutation.
At that thought, Lu Ban dug at the back of his throat again and thoroughly vomited up everything he had just swallowed. Even so, his esophagus and stomach