Stark sprinted forward after dealing with the monsters and the boss.
His breathing was steady, his focus sharp.
Despite what he'd just gone through, he still wasn't anywhere near being able to leave the [Land of Mist].
The zone stretched endlessly ahead of him, wrapped in that same blinding, silver haze.
Each step echoed softly against the damp ground, the mist swirling in faint trails behind him.
'I can't actually see more than a few meters ahead,' Stark narrowed his eyes, forcing them to adjust, 'This isn't gonna work out.'
The visibility here was awful, worse than he remembered from his previous life.
It was almost like the mist itself was alive, reacting to his presence, thickening when he slowed down, thinning only to lure him deeper inside.
Still, what bothered him wasn't the sight.
It was the silence.
The monsters here weren't supposed to stay quiet for long.
The [Land of Mist] had a brutal mechanic, one that crushed most players who ever tried it.
