Soon, as the Aura Mirage enveloped thousands of kilometers around their shelter, Nash sent a message informing them of the news.
"Is this really concealment, not a beacon?"
Like the aurora of the night, the sky was filled with glittering stars of every color.
In their actual world, this phenomenon would definitely be a major attraction; however, in the Dark Plane, such a conspicuous spectacle was nothing more than a death wish.
Soon, filled with doubt, they flew out of the shelter's range to check if it was truly a concealment.
To their shock, once they were outside the shelter's range, they got lost, unsure whether the shelter was to the left or right.
The memory of the location they had just come from seemed to vanish into thin air.
If not for the module system still working, they might have doubted whether they had been exiled to a different place.
"This... how do we return now?"
"How should I know?"
