The following day went by the same way as the previous, and the periphery of the veiled islands entered his Zone.
All of a sudden, Rion's lips dropped into a frown, and he mumbled in his head, 'What's going on? Why can't I sense anything other than the coast?'
He stood up from his chair and said, "I'll be back soon."
Others nodded.
He left the room, walked to the front edge of the ship, and looked at the veiled islands kilometers away from the ship.
As he stared at them, a conclusion formed in his head, 'That fog is stopping my Zone from sensing everything that is covered by it.'
'What kind of fog is it?' He wondered.
Even the purple fog that was harmful to most wasn't able to do something like this, harmless fog.
Seeing him standing there, Francis asked, "What's wrong?"
His voice pulled Rion out of his thoughts.
He turned towards Francis and answered with a shake of his head, "Nothing's wrong. We are about to reach the islands."
