"Everyone, be careful. This fog is strange."
Like boiling a frog in warm water, the surrounding scenery became increasingly blurry, as if it had completely blended into the fog. At first, they could only see the rough outline.
By the time they realized this, they could not identify objects even if they looked closely. The world was swallowed by this white fog, and everything became white.
Before they knew it, they had been surrounded by the thick fog. This place had become the fog's territory, and these people were like reckless intruders, unable to find their bearings.
"Have we already fallen into some sort of illusionary array?"
The great elder of the Misty Illusory Manor had a grim expression. "We have to find a way out quickly. Please lend us a hand, Elder Sun."