A deep smog, like an unsolvable mystery, weighed heavily upon Split Mist Town.
Treading on the first rays of morning light, Burges kept his head down, following his squad into the heavily guarded Split Mist Town.
The Forbidden Messengers stationed deep within Split Mist Town, beings with all sorts of traits far from the ordinary, were not people they could casually stare at.
A few days ago, a Knight had stared for just a moment too long at one of the Forbidden Messengers' lower bodies—a serpentine form like jade-colored marble.
As a result, that Forbidden Messenger had petrified him on the spot.
The statue was still placed at the entrance.
These important figures, with their terrible tempers and bizarre methods, were not people that low-level Knights like them could afford to provoke.
As he stepped into the viscous gray mist, a sudden chill swept over him for no apparent reason.
Burges's coarse eyebrows knitted together slightly.
