Mist Forest.
The white mist shrouding the entire forest loomed overhead, drifting without the presence of a breeze, as if it were a living entity moving of its own accord.
At the forest's edge, Roger and Hillrenes sat across from each other, separated by a meticulously crafted oak table. The chair backs and armrests provided just the right amount of comfort.
Leaning slightly back, Roger noticed Hillrenes' projection sinking into the chair's backrest, as though her form possessed a tangible physicality.
Hillrenes didn't touch the teacup on the table. "The matter is simple: you retrieve the wings for me, and I'll help you save that girl. A fair exchange."
"Where is it exactly?"
"Tell me everything you know!"
"The good news is, you don't need to venture deep into the heart of the forest, so at least you'll avoid crossing paths with any wandering Fifth Tier Transcendents."
"It's not here."
Hillrenes gestured in a particular direction.
