The Mist had been the most mysterious place on the planet. It had been there for the last four thousand years, and now, it was said that the Mist was going to be unveiled and the gate was going to be opened.
The news this time made all the elves turn quiet in thought. It appeared that Tristan was the only one who did not understand what the opening of the gate meant to the elves. In contrast, Serene, who was standing right behind him, visibly turned sentimental.
Breaking the silence, Castian stood up and began speaking.
"Lord Tristan, if the threat is really as dangerous as you said, then the Mist is our salvation. Because of that, we cannot agree to your plan. Instead of waiting silently in your palace in hiding, I ask you… all of you, join me to enter the Mist!"
