Tap.
When Ash and the others stepped into the fog, they also stepped into the water. The deep black water was continuously rising, as if what lay ahead was not a city shrouded in thick fog, but an endless ocean.
Moreover, this ocean was not extending due to the tides, the way the water overflowed was as if something in the thick fog was melting, and the water was just its melting blood.
But despite the thick white fog where you couldn't see your fingers, the deep black ocean, and no matter how many unknown dangers lurked within, the mages would only feel very familiar and intimate.
Plop, plop, plop.
The mages in the white fog turned around and saw the newly arrived blonde demon struggling in the water. Ash reached out to pull this drenched pup up, having to support her wet waist, and asked, "Why don't you just fly up?"
"I, I..." The little lamb looked at the mages flying above the water, teary-eyed: "I can't fly!"
