Pale yellow mist drifted across the land, filtering the pallid daylight into a hazy blur. Chilly rain fell without pause, drumming against the pitted bones beneath dead trees.
Suddenly, a cold wind swept through, rolling the filthy toxic fog aside. A girl holding an umbrella walked into the area, drawing the attention of certain native creatures lurking deep within the miasma and acid rain.
She walked forward expressionlessly, attracting more and more gazes. But soon, accompanied by several nearly imperceptible flashes of dark light and abruptly cut-off shrieks, all those greedy, cruel stares vanished.
This was Ivette's third day on the Demon Abyss Continent.
Three days earlier, she had passed through the joint fortress built at the corridor pass and set foot on the Demon Abyss Continent. The first thing she saw was a vast expanse of pale yellow fog that blotted out the sky and obscured the earth.
This was the poisonous miasma unique to the Demon Abyss Continent. It was found almost everywhere and served as a natural barrier protecting the Western Continent from sneak attacks.
Though this miasma was not lethal and even offered certain benefits by improving mana adaptability, its drawback was that it affected the mind and gradually made people more violent and irritable. In the eyes of many scholars who studied the Western Continent, the brutality and terror of the Demon race largely stemmed from the miasma's influence. Yet at the same time, the Demon race's strength was inseparable from it as well. It was a double-edged sword with both benefits and drawbacks.
Ivette had long heard of the miasma's fearsome reputation, but only after entering it did she discover that while it could not affect her, it brought another problem: obstructed vision.
Within this pale yellow fog, her visibility did not exceed thirty