"We're getting closer; we can slow down a bit now," Mu Da slowed his pace, "if we get any closer, we'll all be goners."
"I'm already feeling awful," Mao Feiyang struggled to say.
"As we near Its domain, we'll start to feel that moth-to-a-flame sensation," Mu Daxian explained, "flames can provide light in the dark, but if you throw yourself into the flames, you only destroy yourself."
Mao Feiyang nodded, half-understanding, thinking to himself: Brother, stop being sentimental and tell us what to do next.
It was at that moment that he noticed faint, ethereal figures emerging from the surrounding mist.
The figures looked as if distant mountains, stones, and wood were refracted through the light and shadow of lightning into the twisted mist, reminiscent of the ghosts in horror films that appear between reality and illusion when a curtain flutters in the wind.
