Mist

An strange Golden Mist blanketed the entire road. To the left stood a dense forest packed with vegetation; to the right was a deep pit, where the trees were nearly level with Clementine's line of sight.

The girl bit her lip, unable to decide.

The golden fog before her looked strange, undoubtedly a trap. She cast seven or eight Spells in succession, yet neither dispersed the mist nor revealed what it actually was.

The Spells passed straight through the fog, as if it were merely some harmless, ordinary natural phenomenon. But Clementine was not naive enough to think so.

If she did not want to walk into it, she could only take a detour.

But if she went back and chose another path... without her compass, she would definitely lose her bearings.

The Centaur had said that if she kept following this road, she would find the trophy.

—Should I take the gamble? Or...

After thinking for a long time, the girl suddenly gritted her teeth. She cast a Shield Charm on herself, raised an arm before her face, and charged in!

The gray rat crouched beneath a thick patch of wild garlic, using its pungent scent to conceal his presence. His black eyes peered through gaps in the leaves as he watched the scene ahead in terror.

A huge gorilla squatted in the middle of the clearing, making rumbling noises in its throat as it grumbled about the person who had escaped right under its nose. Even the little flower hanging from its head drooped listlessly.

Absurd as it was, Jabari seemed to see a wronged child throwing a tantrum.

In an elderberry bush nearby, a lizard's triangular head slowly emerged. Its eyes rolled toward its master, as though it were furtively gauging his mood.

The cheetah prowled