Night was already approaching when the mist began to thicken, hiding even the outlines of the trees around them.
The cold crept up their skin, and even the sounds of the forest had grown scarce. Only the dragging of the wind through the leaves remained.
Ling suddenly stopped, her silver gaze shimmering in the twilight.
"We really need a place to spend the night. Did you find one?"
Cairen was already thinking the same. He let his spiritual sense expand.
The invisible barrier of the mist, which slightly restricted his spiritual sense, grew stronger as the darkness of night arrived, thickening the fog.
But even so, he managed to sweep the surroundings. His spiritual sense dragged across the forest until it reached a hollow space.
Rocks, dampness, and behind them an irregular void.
"There's a cave to the north. Big enough that we could even fight inside," Cairen said.
"And?" Ling asked, arching her brow slightly.
