Since leaving the mountaintop, Fenna and Morris had been constantly battling the replicas emerging from the mist—they couldn't remember how many monsters made of Prime Element they had obliterated on their way, but one thing was clear, no matter how many they destroyed, these monsters would always be swiftly replenished from the mist.
Simply killing these replicas was useless.
Morris gazed into the dense fog, occasionally a faint silver light flowing in his eyes as he tracked the sporadic flashes of thought appearing in the mist, trying to pinpoint the controllers of these monsters.
After a while, he suddenly looked up in a direction, "This way."
Fenna immediately reached out to grasp the air, condensing a new giant sword from the omnipresent mist, and stepped to walk ahead of Morris.