Land Shrouded in Mist.
Wing slowly walked forward.
The soles of his feet touched the ground, feeling cold and solid.
The surroundings remained eerily quiet.
Even through the thick fog, Wing could vaguely see the standing, sitting, or walking shadows of people as he moved forward.
But these people did not make a single sound.
He had even started to doubt whether these silhouettes truly existed.
Or were they some kind of illusion, or perhaps remnants of the past?
"Are you questioning their existence?"
At that moment.
The woman who had been guiding Wing spoke again.
Her voice remained incredibly gentle.
An enchanting figure and a soul-stirring gentle voice.
Even through the fog, Wing had yet to see her face clearly.
But in his mind, he had already constructed an incredibly beautiful image.
It was like a collection of all the wonderful things in the world, making one yearn for it.
But strangely,
For such a beautiful woman,
