"Could we have taken the wrong path... It's so hard to tell direction in here."
You could tell Amila wanted to veil the reality of the scene before her, though confusion lingered in her heart.
"Makes sense."
Unfortunately, Fu Qian was clearly unwilling to let her stay in her comfort zone. After listening intently to her explanation, he nodded.
"It does seem like we've taken a wrong turn, because it appears our path has vanished."
...
As Fu Qian's agreement reached them, both reflexively glanced down at the ground—then fell into an utterly speechless silence.
Beneath their feet lay something akin to fog, its haze as chaotic and indistinct as a dream. Gone was even the slightest trace of a road.
"Haha... That Lord Praut—is he truly someone who's remained in this small town all along, like on the day the thick fog emerged about a month ago?"
With the tolerant smile of a Herder, Fu Qian refrained from pressing the two lambs too harshly and decided to pose a different question.
