"Let's walk from here," Eva suddenly suggested, coming to a halt.
I stopped and glanced around, still surrounded by the same misty landscape, unable to discern our exact location.
"This place is called the Misty Lands, ruled by a Beast King known as the Mist Slug. It's a pacifist," Eva explained, surprising me.
A Beast King being a pacifist? That was something I never thought I'd hear.
Eva turned to me with a smile. "Surprised, huh? This Beast King is a little special—he's immortal and likely more than 800,000 years old. Don't worry about running into him; he doesn't care. Even if you attack, he'll just erect a barrier and go about his day. But if you're persistent, he'll just... kick you out of the Misty Lands."
Eva's sheepish tone told me she had already encountered him.
"You ran into this Beast King? And got kicked out of the Misty Lands?" I asked with an amused smile, and she nodded.
