Trackers in the Thick Fog

The battle might end at any moment, but it might also continue for several more hours.

Sensing that this place was dangerous and that he might be swept away by some large-scale attack, Shade now considered retreating even farther away.

He conscientiously hid himself amid the dense trees, watching the thick fog as he pondered the causes and consequences of everything he had seen tonight.

After confirming that it was safe, he bent low, held the cat, and ran deeper into the thick fog. Fortunately, the power of the Divine Ritual still lingered across this land, so he did not need to worry about encountering evil spirits in the fog.

The thick fog kept Shade from moving too quickly, and Joey Barton was still on his mind. At around seven forty in the evening, Shade, concealed in the grass by an illusion, once again encountered someone running through the fog.

Though the sound was quite close, it was not coming for Shade. The person ran past through the woods ten meters away.

The fog was hazy, but Shade's eyes, peering through the leaves, still caught sight of a man dressed like a circus clown. He was tall and thin, wearing a red performance costume, with a red clown nose hanging from his own.

Normally, seeing someone like that in the woods at night meant that person was definitely abnormal. Yet this clown seemed to truly be an ordinary person.

Where did this one come from? No, it has nothing to do with me. I don't need to show myself.

The Outlander thought to himself, carefully tucking the cat into his clothes to stop it from making a sound and drawing attention.

Though the clown-dressed man was an ordinary person, he moved through the woods with remarkable agility, disappearing into the