The Obsession of an Old-Generation Artist

Florian Triangle, outskirts...

The boundless fog completely swallowed the Mike and the White Shell following close behind.

Everything around them became unreal, leaving only the constant sound of seawater slapping against the hulls.

"Ugh... Th-this is way too creepy... I don't even feel like taking pictures."

Ginny hugged her camera and unconsciously edged closer to Ivankov.

As an adventurer, she wanted to witness all kinds of strange sights.

But this strange sight before her didn't inspire even the slightest desire to admire it.

"By the way, what kind of person is Brother Lin Nuo looking for in a place this creepy... Does anyone really live here?"

Ivankov vigilantly watched their surroundings, somewhat calmer than Ginny.

He patted Ginny on the shoulder. "Don't worry. Didn't Brother Lin Nuo say it? He's looking for dead people."

"Dead people obviously aren't afraid of fog! Maybe this is their luxurious seaside... uh, fog-view cemetery!"

"Ivan! Don't say something even scarier at a time like this!"

Ginny didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but Ivan's joke did ease her tension a little.

"I know Brother Lin Nuo said he was looking for dead people, but the question is... what kind of dead person would require coming all the way to a place like this to find?"

"An impressive dead person, of course!"

"Hehishishishi... Hehishishishishi!!!"

In stark contrast to the unease of the two best friends, Moria felt as though he had returned to a hometown he had been away from for ages. Every cell in his body was buzzing with excitement.

He stood beneath the Mike's figurehead, spreading his arms wide.

"This is the feeling! Amazing! This place is practically heaven!"

He impatiently activated his ability.

His shadow split into dozens of pitch-black shadow bats, which vanished into the thick fog and flew off