38th of Trian Month, Trian Ruins.
It was a sunny day, but as the fog above the valley blocked the sunlight, Varian had to wander in the shade.
He wouldn't have minded if the shade provided him some cover. But the nasty senses of level 7s weren't that faulty.
Left with no choice, he had to lurk in a cave far away. Varian extended his space sense out of the white-walled cave.
His space sense extended out from the cave he was, covered the huge mountain, which was but one of many in the continuous mountain range that bordered the valley, and finally reached that place.
Varian blinked and focused.
This was his sixth day and almost half of the journey was already finished. If there was something he learned, it was that pranking the travelers was the second best thing psychic plants loved the most.
The first naturally was breaking the travelers' brains and turning them into puppets.