"That's weird. There isn't anything unusual about the mist, and it's not poisonous, so why can't we reach in with our spiritual sense?"
Jacob drew his brows together. "Who cares about that? We'll know when we get inside." As he spoke, Cole entered the mist.
"This mist is incredibly dense! It's challenging to navigate without my spiritual sense!" Cole, who had already ventured into the mist, shouted his observations. At that, Jacob followed him in, and so did the others.
"Stay closer and don't wander off by yourself. We won't be able to use our spiritual senses to look for each other, so if we end up separating, it'll be hard to find each other again," Jacob loudly cautioned.
The others nodded and slowly made their way forward. Now, they were compelled to progress cautiously, relying on their instincts because the road ahead was barely discernible in the thick mist.
"Cole? Cole!"
