"And if they enter a third time…"
They never come out again.
Or, if they do, they're nothing more than a lifeless corpse.
The old man didn't need to finish his sentence—Kim Haru could already tell from his expression.
This revelation made Kim Haru's heart sink.
The restriction on the number of entries made exploring the fog exponentially more difficult.
Even though everyone speculated that there might be a way out within the mist, this kind of situation made it nearly impossible to find a solution in the short term.
No wonder, when Kim Haru first arrived in this village, he noticed some people in poor physical condition.
There were even those with disabilities—it seemed that most of them had suffered because of this fog.
"Why… did you all seem so excited when you saw me?" Kim Haru couldn't think of a way out for now, so he pushed down his anxiety and asked about something else that had been on his mind.
