After leaving the mountain peak, Fanna and Morris had been continuously battling "counterfeits" that kept emerging from the mist—they couldn't remember how many monsters formed by Prime Element they had destroyed along the way, but one thing was clear, no matter how many they eliminated, these creatures would always be quickly replenished from the mist.
Simply exterminating these Replications was useless.
Morris watched the thick fog, with faint silver light flowing at the bottom of his eyes occasionally. He was tracking the occasional flashes of thought that appeared in the mist, attempting to discern where the controllers of these monsters might be.
After a while, he suddenly looked up in a certain direction, "This way."
Fanna immediately reached out and grabbed at the air, condensing a new greatsword from the omnipresent fog and stepped ahead of Morris.
