"Little Gold, what's wrong?"
Wyatt Barnes looked at the golden mouse on his shoulder, his voice laden with curiosity.
"Squeak squeak~~"
The golden mouse lifted its small head, looking into the distance to its right.
Barnes followed the mouse's gaze, seeing nothing but a thick, black fog.
"Did you find something?"
Barnes extended his own mental strength toward the mouse's direction. It was like dropping a stone into the ocean, he felt no additional discoveries.
"Brother Wyatt, can't you feel it? The aura emanating from there is terrifying…"
The golden mouse's voice, innocent and childish, reached Wyatt's ears, filled with a hint of terror.
"No."
Wyatt Barnes shook his head, then curiously started walking towards that direction, his entire figure disappearing into the dark fog.
Navigating through the black fog, Wyatt Barnes found his vision obstructed, relying on his mental strength to provide a path ahead.
