Lavayla and Mirek made their way out of the basin. However, the moment they crossed its boundary, they realized something was wrong. Instead of emerging at the forest's edge as expected, they found themselves standing in a completely unfamiliar place wrapped in pale, drifting mist.
Lavayla and Mirek glanced at each other.
A heavy frown formed on her face as she adjusted Vai in her arms. The child had grown restless and was now absentmindedly playing with strands of her hair, unaware of the tension around him. Lavayla scanned the surroundings, her gaze moving through the hazy distance, then she stepped forward cautiously.
Mirek reacted at once. His hand closed around her wrist, stopping her before she could take another step.
She turned back to him and said quietly, "We cannot leave, can we? The mist has already covered the area behind us."
Mirek's brows drew together. He did not answer immediately, but his silence was enough.
