After crossing the Moonlight Mountain Range, Elwin and Cassidy arrived at a dimly lit, foggy canyon. The air was filled with an ancient and mystical aura, reminiscent of old legends left behind from centuries ago. The silence was palpable, only broken by their echoing footsteps which seemed to be calling out to something.
Elwin gripped his longsword tightly, his eyes drifting through the thick fog, searching for any potential threats. His face was marked by an unmistakable tension. He said softly, "This place is eerie. I can barely see your face. We must tread carefully not to get lost in the fog. Are you sure there are no ghosts here?"
Cassidy paused at his words and then burst out laughing. Holding her sword in one hand, she conjured a bright blue flame in the other, illuminating their path ahead. "Don't be ridiculous, there's no such thing as ghosts. However, if there were one, I'd hope it could serve as our guide. This fog is quite annoying," she responded.
