When entering the thick fog, Laine had an illusion; it seemed like there was life within this mist, discerning the visitors.
As always, as Laine walked along the long suspended corridor of the castle towards the heart of the valley, feeling the Goddess's Favor, he immediately sensed a chill of Divine Power sweep across his body.
Laine knew what it was, so he relaxed his guard.
The fog dispersed, Laine's pace didn't stop, and once the baron entered the mist, it surged again from the forest.
In sight was a lush forest ocean. The season in Brittania had already turned to autumn, but the forest ocean in the valley was still vibrant. Under the moonlight and the heavy fog, the little valley embraced a serene atmosphere.
The valley behind the castle covered only one or two hectares. In Laine's original memory, it was a flat land with nothing on it.
