The river drifted forward, gradually covered by a thick layer of moisture. The mist floated like smoke, completely obscuring the clear river path. Without a local guide from the Elf Clan or eyes like Lynch's that could penetrate obstacles, one would easily lose direction in such a place.
However, this mist completely dispelled the summer heat, and the cool, wet droplets falling on the skin brought a refreshing touch; the burning sensation in the lungs caused by the high temperature was also soothed.
Lynch sat comfortably in the small boat, not worrying about steering its direction. Enjoying a leisurely journey was the only thing he needed to do now.
Some faint lights drifted in from the mist, gradually increasing in number. These lights were like fireflies skimming low over the river, flickering with pale yellow light. Curiously, Lynch reached out for one that neared the boat and discovered it was a small lamp ignited with pine oil on a large overlapping leaf.
