A few days later, in the Northern Forest.
Morgan looked ahead at the dense fog and couldn't help but frown.
For several consecutive days, they hadn't been able to get out of the area, and the surrounding mist seemed to be getting thicker.
"Are we there yet?" Morgan looked to the side.
"Almost, it should be nearby."
Habettlot turned and answered, then pointed at a nearby scratched dead tree and added,
"Look, this is the mark I made last time, the direction should be right."
"When did you come here last time?"
"About two or three months ago."
"Something's not right, the decay speed is too fast."
Luo En stepped forward and grabbed the tree, easily tearing off a chunk of rotten wood, squeezing it slightly until it scattered like damp, soft cotton, resembling a coffin buried underground for years.
"More than that, this forest and the fog seem to be off."
Morgan mused aloud and then raised the green-black magic wand, tapping it on the ground.
