On the outskirts of Woodhaven City, inside the inner circle of the Mistwood Forest, Ian, Sylvia, and Luna walked along the edge of the fog.
The Mistwood Province, where Ian was now, was named after this vast forest, perpetually shrouded in fog throughout the year.
Due to the unique nature of the mist produced by Mistwood trees, which could block perception and increase danger, the forest was widely known and symbolized both commercial and geographic significance.
"So, you found her at the edge?"
Ian asked Sylvia, who was walking beside him, her face full of smiles.
It had been three days since Ian came to meet her, and they had hardly separated. They were like a newlywed couple on a honeymoon, doing everything imaginable.
In these three days, Sylvia had learned and endured so much that she was astonished by Ian's vast knowledge in that particular area.
"Yeah! She was heavily injured."
