Agus strode toward the door, the three of young men following closely behind.
They passed through the mansion's gate and kept walking. Fortunately, Gara and the others had put on jackets and gloves before entering his dimensional space.
According to Gara's calculation, it should already be winter but in here, it was still late autumn.
Perhaps because this territory lay closer to the continent's mid-region, winters here didn't last long.
They stopped just past the manor's gate— right in the middle of the road, facing a thick wall of mist.
Before Gara could ask what they were doing, Agus suddenly threw something straight into the fog.
Woosh—
The object passed right through.
"T-that..." Gara muttered.
"This protective barrier keeps anything from entering," Agus explained calmly, "but it doesn't stop things inside from going out."
