Akira stared at him for a moment before letting out a quiet huff. "You're really bad at answering questions."
There was no response to that either.
The conversation faded naturally after that, replaced by the quiet rhythm of the boat moving through the endless fog. For a while, neither of them spoke, and Akira's attention slowly drifted elsewhere.
His gaze fell to the surface beneath them.
The smoke was not still. It moved, shifting and swirling slowly.
Curiosity got the better of him.
He leaned forward slightly, reaching down as though to touch it. The moment his fingers neared the surface, the smoke shifted away, retreating from his touch as though avoiding contact.
"What's down there?" he asked, his voice filled with quiet intrigue.
Zaelek hesitated for a second.
"Your life."
Akira blinked. "What?"
