With the disappearance of the fragment, Kane and the others returned once again to a dense white mist.
"Shall we continue forward?" Kreya tilted her head and asked.
Kane shook his head: "Forget it, let's first see where those unchanging coordinates are. If they're close enough, we'll go there first."
Saying this, Kane recited a spell, and a ring of mist appeared in his hand.
Before long, he opened his eyes, looking not very pleased.
"Our luck doesn't seem great this time; the unchanging coordinates are all too far from us.
Moreover, the area we're in is constantly twisting and shifting, moving farther away. Looks like we'll have to wait for next time to see if they're within reach."
Outside the mist, the space was twisted and shifting, without any discernible pattern, except for a few fixed coordinates that remained unchanged.
Whether it's due to bad luck or not, the location Kane and the others entered this time was constantly twisting and shifting.
