Three pairs of eyes widened, all turning toward the only pure-blood human among them.
They all knew what the Mist Monsters were—creatures of terror that had ravaged the world, spreading across almost the entire continent and forcing the remaining living beings to survive within small areas.
"Gara, maybe your Talent isn't just a dimensional space," Madha said gravely. "It could be a dimensional transportation portal—a gateway leading straight into the Mist."
"That might explain why the house uses glass windows," Ares added thoughtfully. "Glass is rare nowadays since all the mines for its base materials were swallowed by the mist."
"And it could also be why we're experiencing all four seasons here," Madha continued.
Gara wanted to nod in agreement. It all made sense.
But truthfully… he wasn't sure either.
All he knew was that entire area not covered by mist was his—his domain, his dimensional space.
