Ronan was "kicked" awake by someone.
A voice complained beside his ear, "You're crushing me."
He opened his eyes, his mind clearing up. A pair of hands were pushing him to stand up, and only then did he see Molli'er, looking like a quail, trapped under him.
"Where is this place?"
Ronan casually dusted off the boot prints on his magic robe, looked around, and found that on both sides were high walls formed of grey mist.
The fierce backlash from his dual-layered Magic Control spell had dissipated quickly, and the Vital Light Ball was almost fully healing his injuries by now.
Ronan didn't see the two Level 5 Wizards chasing them, which made his heart feel slightly settled.
Molli'er gave Ronan a glare, but her face quickly turned to one of curiosity.
She walked to the high wall made of grey mist, gently stroking it with her hand, and murmured strangely to herself, "I never thought the rumors were true..."
"What rumors?"
