Amidst minor injuries that Anna effortlessly attended to, the party pressed forward.
Raising his hand, Cristian halted everyone, their gazes squinting as they evaluated the dense wall of fog ahead. Taking the lead, he dismounted, only to be greeted by the sudden appearance of a white creature perched on his shoulder.
"Tch, lazy," he chided Nebula lightly, before taking hold of Black's reins and boldly stepping into the thick fog. Emerging on the other side, he found himself surrounded by a hazy forest. Here, the fog was lighter, allowing limited visibility but not enough for clear observation.
A menacing growl pierced the tranquility, prompting Cristian to swiftly aim at a tree, launching a fiery projectile that engulfed the leopard lurking within its branches.
