Chapitre 41: Dogheads Gathering Ground

The thick fog enveloped everything, limiting visibility to just four or five meters. 

Beyond that, figures were barely discernible, let alone anything else.

Sean's team had been moving through this fog for over an hour, yet not a single person in the group had uttered a complaint. 

Their progress was silent and steady, and each member maintained a state of unwavering focus. 

In this fog, anything could happen, and there was no room for them to relax their guard. 

The mental strain was substantial, but thankfully, they were all seasoned veterans, so it didn't prove too burdensome.

In the fog of the Starfall Forest, orientation was significantly disrupted. 

While there wasn't spatial distortion, even a slight misstep could lead to getting lost. 

Traditional methods of direction finding, such as marking, were useless in this fog.