Irina stood nearly 20 meters above them now, the mist swirling around her like a veil. She raised her hand and pointed toward a faint silhouette in the distance. "I see a structure. Could be Blackhall Station."
"Already?" Rudos said.
"Guess we're moving," Luthor smiled. "Let's go, before she starts laughing at us slowpokes."
The group picked up the pace, Irina leading from above like a celestial guide, her steps echoing faintly in the air.
After trekking through thick foliage and weaving between mist-covered rocks, the group finally reached the foothills. Irina descended lightly from the air, her feet touching the ground with barely a sound.
"There it is," she said, pointing ahead.
