As they crossed into the fog-drenched basin, a monstrous growl rumbled through the mist.
"Keep moving," Victor ordered. "Quietly."
The eerie silence of this twisted realm was only broken by the sound of uneven footsteps and grunts of frustration.
The group moved forward cautiously, following the piece of Tarkos' robe as it drifted steadily through the floating landscape, weaving between cliffs and levitating ridges.
But their pace was painfully slow.
It had already been a day since they arrived in this strange world.
"Damn it, I turned left again!" Juno shouted while skidding and bumping into a moss-covered stone outcrop.
"I told you—it's right when you want to go left, and backward when you want to—wait—no, shit, I'm confused too now," Mirael groaned as she awkwardly spun around mid-air and nearly collided with Brin.
Xuan Qing clutched Victor's arm tightly.
