"Leave?"
Xavior shook his head and said, "No. To leave here, you must find the right orientation. But the space in this world is constantly shifting without any rules, and only a few places maintain stable spatial conditions. We call these places 'strongholds.'"
"In addition to the instability of the space, there are terrifying monsters within the mist."
"To kill those monsters, you need powerful weapons and a bit of luck."
"In short, leaving the Misty World depends entirely on luck."
Xavior seemed quite dejected when he spoke about this.
Especially after learning about Per's situation from Enzo, the longing from the prolonged separation tormented him greatly. The thought that they might never meet again left Xavior utterly disheartened.
Enzo was at a loss on how to help.
He asked, "Mr. Xavior, can you take me to other strongholds?"
Xavior nodded and replied, "It also depends on luck."
