C261 A Red Dot on the Plains!(1)

Enshrouded in a thick white mist, the ancient walls of Wahotalos were barely visible, and the vast grasslands stretching a hundred miles around were plunged into an impenetrable fog.

Zopyrus had harnessed the snow from the surrounding hundred miles to conjure this ephemeral fog, and he had no intention of letting it dissipate without serving its purpose