Bab 51: Go Away

This path was indeed difficult to walk.

He immediately get surrounded by the thick fog that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Despite it being noon, the fog was unexpectedly dense, blocking even the brightest sunlight.

It seemed that even the brightest sunlight couldn't penetrate the thick fog.

The road was difficult to traverse, and the Elven King was right.

The visibility here was less than a meter, and Ilodyer hadn't brought any lighting tools.

The elven's sharp vision didn't seem to be of much use in this thick mist.

Now, he had to rely on the Elven King to hold his hand.

Where did this thick fog come from?

"Ilodyer... be mine, okay? Ilodyer, please..."

It was X's voice.

Ilodyer suddenly stopped.

In that momentary movement, his hand separated from the Elven King's hand.