Yanchan looked up at a majestic cliff covered in mist, his face hidden by the shadows of clouds up in the sky. Tossing a rock in his hands, the boy's muscles grew taut, and he readied himself. With a deep breath, he flinched back and threw the rock at full power into the mist covering the cliff.
Not seeing the small rock falling back, he smiled and touched the moist walls.
Savage Magic—Aura Teleportation!
The boy's figure blurred and suddenly, he found himself standing at the top of the cliff, surrounded by thin layers of mist. He took the rock back and curiously looked around; tree branches jutting out of mists and more mist around.
According to the information that the demon gave me, my sister should be somewhere around this area. But on the heavens, why is it so misty?
"Hey! Is anybody here?!" he shouted.
