Damien was not in the wilderness right now. He wasn't in a place that looked like it should be in a secret realm at first glance.
He was in the middle of a cobbled stone pathway that spanned for several tens of meters in both directions.
In the distance, he could see a massive arch that looked like the entrance to a city. There wasn't much behind him, but the path at least made it seem like there was something to see in the distance as well.
If this path was crowded with people, it would look no different from the outside world, like a path leading towards a bustling metroplex filled with life.
However, this path was not filled with anything but mist.
The white fog was extremely prevalent, more prevalent than anyone else. It existed as a layer that crept against the ground and went all the way into the sky, but surprisingly enough, it didn't block vision or perception.
