It took several days for the girls to finally leave the frozen canyon behind, its towering walls vanishing into the sky and icy paths stretching like bridges over the abyss. In silence, they reached the place that now unfolded before them—a flat, white expanse shrouded in thick, sticky mist.
They all stopped at the same time, as if they had sensed the boundary of danger.
"Misty Edge," Saeri said softly.
Naleira nodded and looked at the two girls.
"I'm counting on you," she said to the first one, Caireen, who immediately brought her hands together and activated her technique.
Then she turned to the second—a tall, slender girl with an alert gaze.
"You're leading now, Thalia."
Yareen watched everything tensely. Misty Edge... It was spoken of in the sect with reverence. The mist wasn't a natural phenomenon. It was laced with toxins and distorted the senses of anyone within it. Only a few disciples had the specializations needed to safely navigate such places.
