"But that night, the mist only covered the countryside, it didn't enter the city, did it?" Ailuodi said, puzzled. "And the situation didn't seem like the actions of Evil God cultists."
"Well, this..." Leisk rubbed the back of his head, "That day, I summoned the mist just to help you escape..."
"What?"
"I thought people like you shouldn't die at the hands of the company..." he said softly, "If others could be like you, perhaps I would never need to blow the horn."
Chaoyang gave a wry smile, realizing the tidal wave of mist that had thrown the entire city into panic that day was all a misunderstanding. He didn't know players wouldn't truly die, nor did he know that a car could cross the suburban hills in a short time to reach a safe evacuation point before the city guard and the company could react. The impulse to summon the mist was driven purely by goodwill.
