Davis and Epsila descended into the mountains.
At the foot of the mountains, there was a deserted city which was probably bustling once.
There was no one there, all having gone to the sanctuaries. It was only a matter of time before they returned and started rebuilding and getting the trade city started again.
However, Davis didn't think it would happen anytime soon.
Nonetheless, the closer they drew to the White Mist Hydra Mountain, the thicker the mist became, obscuring their view.
At first, it was merely a thin veil drifting between towering peaks, but after crossing a few dozen kilometers, the surrounding mountains and even the flying boat hovering in the skies gradually disappeared from their view.
"Interesting…" Davis's sapphire pupils continued to spiral with an iridescent radiance.
