"Oh, they must have noticed me," William noted. After a few hours, as he reached a high valley edge, he spotted a change in the cloud's behaviour.
A long, blue protrusion—looking like a massive tongue of cerulean light—suddenly extended from the main body of the cloud. It swayed with a serpentine motion, cutting through the dark mass of bears with terrifying ease. It was heading directly for his position.
Unlike the main cloud, which moved with the slow, grinding pace of a glacier, this tongue was lightning-fast. Even from a distance, William could see the Scarlet Bears being vaporised or tossed aside like dry leaves whenever they crossed its path.
"Such strength... It's unnatural," William muttered, his eyes narrowing. He had initially hypothesised that the blue cloud was a mobile fortress built from countless defensive and offensive formations.
