Two days later.
Near River Valley Town, countryside.
The grayish-white mist that clung to the air like a shadow of death had long vanished without a trace.
In its place were bright sunlight unobstructed by tree canopies, fresh air mixed with the earthy scent, vast grasslands, winding country paths, and distant wisps of rising smoke.
Compared to Mist Forest, it was as if they had entered another world.
There was no need to worry about furry, venomous spiders dropping from the treetops into your collar; nor to be wary of dangerous demons lurking in the mist and shadows, eyeing the fragrant flesh on your body.
The only thing you probably needed to watch out for was the occasional pile of dung on the roadside.
Walking on the undulating dirt road between fields, the ground beneath felt more solid compared to the leaf-covered mud, making one's heart feel more at ease.
