'Strange'
Northern had not sensed Sael inside the cave at all.
And now that he was outside, he expected to immediately sense the guy. While they were in the cave, it was like he had entered something, gone too far for his senses to reach. Northern hadn't thought much of overextending at the time because too much information would flood in, and there were many other things demanding his attention.
But now that he was standing in front of the golden mist, he knew why.
"What is the Rising Fall?"
Alystren shrugged.
"A waterfall that rises instead of falling."
The elf looked at him in distrust.
"T—that can't be possible."
Alystren laughed shortly.
"What do you think is causing the golden mist? The collision between the upward flow and the surrounding downward atmospheric pressure is creating dense turbulence zones. That turbulence continuously shreds droplets into fine vapor, forming a permanent mist barrier around the waterfall."
