The campfire cast a faint glow around.
Something stirred within the mist, as if brewing to emerge.
Lu Li added dry wood, causing a burst of sparks.
The wind on the wasteland swept past the edges of the rocks, resonating together with the cracking sounds of the campfire.
Danger lurked within the Mist of Strangeness.
The people on the earth bore this point in mind.
The sounds emanating from the mist could not be concealed even during the Time of Silence.
From afar came the distant echoing of a ship's horn. Indistinguishable, two voices murmured to each other. Overhead, a strange call like the growl of a jackal passed by.
Faint footsteps approached from the mist. Lu Li thought it would pass like the other noises within the Mist of Strangeness, but it drew closer.
A pair of filthy feet appeared at the edge of the firelight.
Lu Li quietly watched.
The owner of the feet didn't come closer, but sat down at the edge and revealed a pair of withered arms.
