"I know it might be shocking, but unfortunately, we never promised what the destination would be."
The mist churned like a waterfall, boundless and infinite, evoking an almost physiological fear of the unknown.
As Fu Qian admired the bizarre scenery, Lord Reginald beside him had visibly given up on expecting answers to his previous questions and changed the topic directly.
"Please step out of the carriage; we'll need to continue the journey on foot from here."
Without waiting for Fu Qian to respond, he gestured invitingly.
…
With a crisp sound, the carriage quickly turned away and sped off, almost like it was fleeing in panic.
After Fu Qian was the first to heed the call to disembark, Amila and her companion followed suit, their solemn forms moving in shadow.
As expected, Simon the Cult Hunter, who had claimed to hitch a ride, also climbed down, his gaze fixed firmly on Fu Qian, making no effort to conceal his intention of escort.
