"Ed!" Naria caught up with him, "at least tell me what happened!"

- What happened? He didn't know......

"I need to know what's going on......" he glared at Naria with his eyes glazed, "I need to know what's going on!"

The mist swirled between them, and he couldn't see Naria's face clearly, only to hear her sigh at last.

"Okay. "Wherever you go or what you want to do, I'll be with you...... But do you really know which way to swim?"

Ed turned his head to look at the fog that surrounded them...... He didn't know.

The milky white fog slowly wriggled and was slightly blue in the thinness, looking like white clouds in the May sky, which felt a little weird, but not terrifying.

He raised his hand to try to create a small whirlwind to dispel the fog, but the wind that swept between his fingers was faint as a sigh.

Ed withdrew his hand and gave up the magic—the power seemed to be absorbed by the fog...... He remembered the same thing, but it seemed more serious now.

Their vision was completely obscured by the thick fog, and they couldn't see where the temple was, nor could they distinguish between east and west, so they could only blindly swim in a random direction in the lake until they touched something other than water and fog.

The first time they swam to the shore of the lake, and then back into the water, exhausted from swimming, finally touched the cold, hard stone bricks at the base of the temple.

After months in the temple, Ed became familiar with every nook and cranny of the temple. He had thought he could walk through the entire temple with his eyes closed...... But now, the Temple of Collins in the fog seems to have turned into a different place entirely.

It gets bigger. More open and quiet...... It's as if he's walked through some otherworld in the mirror. The fog swallowed up all the sounds, and he couldn't even hear the sound of the water from the never-ending fountain in the square.

Ed was in a trance reminded of the dream he had had, and there were towering stone pillars in the mist. The companions around him gradually drifted away, disappearing one by one, and after the fog cleared, there were only white bones on the ground under the moonlight......

He panicked and couldn't help but move closer to Naria.

The girl was also trembling, and simply stretched out one hand to hold him tightly, and the other pulled out her short sword. Wandering back and forth in the cold mist.

The wet clothes clinged to the body, and the cold constantly carried away the temperature of the body. My breath was filled with a wet mist, and I didn't feel anything at first. After a long time, there was a faint fishy sweet blood in his throat, as if all he had sucked in was water, and it pressed heavily on his chest. It was cold and painful like drowning. Inability to breathe.

Ed began to worry that the fog around him absorbed more than just magic...... He should at least let Naria go first.

The girl stumbled suddenly, as if she had tripped over something, and Ed suppressed the panic in his heart, crouched down, and waved away the fog in front of him...... The bloodstained white robe looms.

He gasped sharply, his heart cold.

"In the end...... What happened?" Narya's voice trembled slightly, "The king attacked the temple?"

“...... This is Swan......" Ed said dumbfounded, answering the question.

He finally saw the face of the dead priest. The mist almost gently caressed Swan's eyes that were nearly middle-aged. Hide death again in a fog.

This is Roger Swan, and he's married. He had two daughters, and he lived with his wife in a village not far from Visa, and if nothing happened, he would go home twice a month, for several days at a time, and would always return to the temple with a small snack as a gift, and the recipients would thank each other with a smile on their faces, and then make faces at each other, but they would always end up eating it all......

Ed sat there on his knees, motionless, all drained of all his strength - he could no longer leave it to chance, telling himself that it wasn't true......

He couldn't accept this. This is Collins, a sacred place that has been known for centuries, and people come here in awe to receive a little guidance and protection from the goddess...... And now, Nyo, the most powerful and merciful deity...... But still soaked in blood from her holy land, allowing her pious knights to be slandered and slaughtered?!

Now he finally understood Salz's repeated question, as if it could never be stopped—"Why is this happening, why is this happening, why ?......is this happening?"

None of this makes any sense!

"Can you see that?" he asked, looking up at the sky beyond the mist, in anger aloud, "why is this happening?!...... Can you really hear me?!"

The human voice was dull and faint...... It can't even penetrate dense fog.

"Ed......" Naria worriedly put her hand on his shoulder, the only warmth he could feel...... Not enough to melt his frozen soul.

He hunched his shoulders, just wanting to curl up in his shell and shut out the whole world.

Faint as mist, as vast as rivers and seas, forever in the palm of your hand...... Forever in the palm of your hand......

But where are you?

I am there when you need it, and I am there when you call......

-- That's a lie, it's all a lie...... No one will hear, no one will care, no one will appear. What is this to the gods? just some insignificant human being, a fleeting life......

“...... Ed Singal!" Naria's tone became stern, pulling him up hard, "Stand up, whether you want to keep going forward or backward...... It's not going to be useful to sit here!"

The voice pierced a chaos of sorrow and despair in Ed's mind, causing him to struggle, struggling to his feet, looking at Naria in confusion - he didn't know whether to move forward or backward, so what difference did it make?

“...... Let's go inside the temple first. Naria made a decision on his behalf, "There is no such fog in there...... Maybe there's someone alive and they know something, right?"

Ed looked at her for a long moment, shook his head slightly, and his eyes gradually cleared.

"Let's get out of here. He said.

It takes most of the night to walk from here to Kriesburg...... No matter what happens. By the time Salz appeared in front of him, everything was irretrievable.

He can't save anyone here anymore, but at least. He couldn't let Narya get any more harm.

Naria sighed, her gaze soft and determined.

"Listen to you. She said.

She grabbed his hand and carefully walked around the corpse on the ground, her dagger in front of her, groping her way back step by step, and suddenly stopped after walking far.

“...... There are people nearby. She whispered back to Ed.

Ed's heart trembled, and he subconsciously looked around. He shouted, "Is there anyone?...... I'm Ed Singal...... Is anyone still alive?!"

Naria stomped her foot helplessly: "I mean there may be enemies......"

She shook her head, sword in her chest, and watched warily at the billowing fog around her. A huge figure suddenly emerged from the fog with a sword, and stopped just in time when he heard the familiar voice.

"It's me. Scott reached out and pulled her sword away.

He wasn't as drenched as they were, and probably didn't fall into the lake, but his blonde hair was completely wet with the mist. Look tired. Looks just as embarrassed as they are.

Naria snorted and withdrew her sword, apparently relaxed, but Ed slumped his shoulders in frustration at the fleeting hope.

"What's going on with this fog? It's almost noon now, right...... Can't you let it spread out too?" asked Naria.

Scott shook his head: "No. We need to get out as soon as possible. This is no ordinary fog, it absorbs magic...... It will also absorb life. ”

"No wonder I feel like my body is getting heavier and heavier. Naria flicked her arm in exasperation, "That's ...... Did the king do it? How does it sound like a necromancer's spell?"

Scott hesitated for a moment and shook his head again: "It's not. ”

“...... How about explaining a word or two to someone who doesn't know anything about magic?" asked Narya, annoyed.

Scott looked at Ed, who was speechless and depressed. After a moment of contemplation, he sighed.

"Follow me. He said.

Even in the fog. Scott also walked fast, as if the fog couldn't obscure his vision at all.

He grabbed Eddar, Edra grabbed Naria, stumbled after him to the back of the temple, dragged the boat out of the boat and headed for the island of the Holy Sepulchre—only this time, they were able to use the split planks as oars and row on their own.

Ed didn't know how he could tell the direction, the surrounding was white, as if the world had not yet been born, or had been destroyed, and in the mist, only the lonely boat they were in was left, pushing through the heavy fog and sailing towards the end of it all.

The boat shook slightly and crashed into the shore.

“...... Is that the ...... Crack?" Ed realized later, "did it make the fog? I thought it was here by accident...... Isn't it?"

"I think it was a coincidence. Scott smiled wryly, "No one is strong enough to control that...... But it's not unexploitable. ”

"It's the king...... Ante?" Ed guessed.

He spat out the name with a fierce hatred in his tone...... He had never hated a person like this, so hated that he couldn't forgive him, and he had no intention of hiding it.

In the palm of her hand, Naria's hand suddenly clenched stiffly.

"It's not. Scott seemed to look back at him, "Ante doesn't have this ability. ”

The fog is thicker on the island. The complete white is as much as the complete black, and Ed can't see Scott's blonde hair, and even suddenly has a strange feeling...... The man who grabbed his right hand was not Scott at all.

He was creepy, almost trying to pull his hand back. But Scott's hands were cold and strong, and he didn't hesitate in his footsteps.

After entering the old temple, the fog was a little thinner. Entering the tomb, there was no mist, heavy darkness, but at this moment, it made people feel that their eyes were suddenly open.

"I followed you, intending to teleport to the square, but I showed up here......," Scott whispered to them, lit the torches, and led them around the tomb to find the little clearing.

"I don't know whose masterpiece it is......" he sighed, pointing to the enchanting black flower in mid-air, "but the fog outside is probably due to this." ”.

(To be continued......)