With the aid of Daylight Wind Shadows.
Luca quickly shook off the pursuit of the vines.
However, he immediately faced a rather awkward problem.
He was lost.
Under the shroud of this gray mist, his sense of direction was already somewhat disoriented.
After running blindly for a while, he didn't even know where he was now.
Luca glanced around at his surroundings.
It was all mist and the ruins of a grand hall, nothing different from what he had seen earlier.
He felt utterly confused.
He hadn't fallen prey to a monster, but instead had gotten stuck in this fog.
"Haha, you're really something…" came the mocking voice of Jormungandr from his ear.
"You really want a beating, don't you? Think of something fast," Luca retorted, irritated.
Just a moment ago, when the Solar Divine Spear appeared, she had hidden in the contract space, pretending to be dead, not daring to make a sound.
