--AN) two more on the way. For those who did not notice, I took a day off yesterday.--
Three marks were laid out in the dirt in front of the wall of fog. Each spot was spaced out by a few miles. Blake stood back far enough to see each marking before using his sword as a route picker. He was deciding on the path based on pure luck. "Here we go!"
Blake let the sword go and watched as it swayed for a second before falling to his right. "So the path on the right."
"Blake, are you sure we should do things this way?" Titi asked. She did not know if they should really be using this kind of method to determine their route when it could lead to their deaths.
Blake chuckled and rubbed her head as he said: "It's not like we wouldn't just be randomly picking the route anyway, so let's leave it up to fate. This just makes our choice easier and nothing more."
