Lin Mu watched the Saintess carefully as her gaze stretched far beyond the mists, far beyond even this world, it seemed. Her expression was calm, but her eyes—though veiled—carried the weight of distant recognition.
"Where are you looking?" he asked, narrowing his eyes. "I can't see it, but… is it a marsh?"
The Saintess gave a small nod, her voice soft. "Yes."
Lin Mu exhaled through his nose, the threads in his mind weaving together.
"Marshes of the Silent Skies," he muttered.
The Saintess glanced at him. "You know it?"
"I do, I learned about it from one of thier pawns before." Lin Mu said. "I already had reason to believe that the main hideout of the Crimson Root… or rather, the remnants of the Ephemera Sect, were hidden there. You just confirmed it."
The Saintess gave no reply, but her silence was telling.
"Can you see anything else?" Lin Mu asked. "Details? Structures? Beings?"
