Standing at the very edge of the forest, beneath the dome of ominous mist that had ensnared Altair and his crew, the Prince was deeply engrossed in studying the strange barrier. His arms were folded tightly around his chest as he gazed fixedly at the mist, trying to discern its secrets. He had not attempted to attack it yet, but he had touched it gently with his palm, feeling the strange distortion of the spatial properties. As he stretched his palm out further and further, he was amazed to find that it seemed to stretch on endlessly, a mysterious and impenetrable veil that trapped them all like rats.
"Can you get past it?" Zagreus asked.
Altair nodded, but his expression was far from confident. He wasn't happy about it. He was sure that Severing Edge, which was capable of severing the intangible nature of Light and Dark, could apply the same principle to this Spatial Barrier. Yet, there was a lingering doubt, a nagging uncertainty that he couldn't shake off.
