The hover mobile flew between towering mountains, whose tops pierced through the clouds above like a knife.
The landscape below was a patchwork of vibrant greens and deep blues, dotted with shimmering lakes. It had a valley going between mountains.
There were some villagers moving about, with goats dragging behind some wagons and adults calling out to one another.
Then.
They saw the hover mobile flying over them, and they didn't look surprised, as they had seen it many times before.
Inside the hover mobile.
"The fog… That damned fog."
Fang Raon wryly smiled.
He saw the fog coming from the other sides of the mountains, and knew that the Fang Village must be shrouded by it.
During this time of the year, the village was often shrouded in a fog so thick that it was really hard to see more than a few feet ahead.
"The fog is ahead."
The bodyguard, who was sitting next to the driver, said.
