Releasing their hands, Dackör's Team stops seeing the two types of brown messages that popped up, being aware of the slight differences in comparison to the usual milky brown interface.
With no further ado, they exchange a few glances to choose an indistinct direction, walking in a straight line to fulfill with whatever is expected from them in the so called Mandate.
Shortly after, the Team feels their movement slowdowns for a moment, seeing a thick whitish mist that was not on their path a mere instant before.
By reflex, Áirina gets closer to Dackör, but the short young man goes a step beyond, holding firmly the lady's hand as he issues an order "Come closer and grab each other arms".
There is no hesitation from any of the Ladies, intertwining their arms as if they were the links in a chain.
They continue with their stroll, having no apparent destination; And most of the time, persistence is rewarded.
The Team finally sense a change, the fog becoming lighter, and the sound of each step they make is completely different to before.
"We are not walking over the eerie snaring grass"; Comments Fenichia with a low murmur
She does regular trips to the forest due to her life as streamer, knowing pretty well over what is she walking, ot needing her sight to tell the difference.
She is not the only one, Dackör has this life experience too, as Dulladnne "You are correct, this is dirt and decaying leaves".
A moment after Dulladnne's comment, silhouettes of rotten dead trees can be seen far away at any place the group puts their sight on; Yet, the Team doesn't change the direction they choose.
This proves to be the correct answer, since further ahead, they can see a yellowish light, the illumination is similar to that of a street lamp, so they increase their speed.
This results in a small mistake on the group's part, as they are actually seeing thick posts of concrete reinforced with metal rivets, having large torchlights at the top.
Several of these constructions are arranged in pairs on the sides of a stone road, with a constant separation of 50 meters or so, there are several pairs of these sturdy posts with torchlights.
As the Team approach, becomes evident that even with such robust design in this columns, there are several marks of blows, hits or scratches in them, and the most concerning is the mark of three big claws.
The impact was so powerful, that the post is bent to almost 55 degrees, being holded in place solely due to the metal reinforcements.
Nevertheless, the torchlight is completely destroyed, and the mist is denser in comparison to the rest of the road in this area.
Zwïsha's golden yellow eyes catch something, pointing to a post that is thicker and not too far, almost 200 meters away "There is a sign there".
The Team hurries their steps, reaching the thick post and observing the weird gothic nomenclature made of metal, embedded precisely in the concrete; Along the letters, two arrows are pointing in opposite directions.
— Krä'Drym City → XIV-F —
— Krä'Dlum City ← LXII-F —
"I can't read this"; Say Zwïsha, as Fenichia murmurs "Me neither".
"My dad had a box with letters of similar design, he scolded me for touching it, was the first and last time he raised his voice to me, I understood until later why he was scared, as he had a Gun stored there".
Áirina's revelation wins her some surprised glares, as she said Gun, not Pistol or Weapon".
"Understandable"; Comments Dackör as he tries to remember what he learned in his distant past "Against someone with a protective layer of Nuvlierz Energy, a Gun with physical ammunition is basically useless, but without it, is as lethal as any Pistol".
The short young man scratches his head and proceeds to talk"In the sign says there are two Cities near, Krä'Drym and Krä'Dlum, the first is to the right and 14 Fer'Kräth away, like 13 Kilometers, while the second one is 62 Fer'Kräth away, that is 56 kilometers or so".
The group immediately went to towards the closer path "How can you read those weird letters?"; Inquires Zwïsha with slight suspicion, the short young man sighs and replies "I was born in Kräldm, those letters is their language".
Dulladnne is stupefied, as is the only one old enough to recall the event "But Kräldm was"…
"Destroyed?, Yes"; Admits Dackör "My Parents…"; He does a short pause and rectifies his words "Well, the twins of my parents raised me up, until the conflict got worse and everyone capable of fight was sent to the Frontlines".
{I still don't get, why they fight for nothing, Life Is better with Nuvlierz Energy, Not worse as the propaganda said}
"At that moment, Punchy Fatty took care of me… , I mean, the Landlord of the Building I live in, who is the owner of the convenience store in which we saw each other for the first time Dulladnne".
"I didn't treat him a lot, but He give me the impression of being a good Man".
"Sort of, he got gassed by the Bioweapon of Rullis, there is not much of a Man who cannot get aroused, no matter the context".
Dackör sighs "I used to live with them, but Punchy Fatty's Wife and Niece are incredibly Gorgeous Women, I decided to leave the apartment the instant I lusted for them, It didn't feel correct going after the women he Loves and Values so much".
"That is the reason behind why you don't use your real eyes?"; Asks Zwïsha, and Dackör nods "Something like that, as I said earlier, using them arouses me, Would you apace me Choco Cheeks?".
"Not interested"; Reply Zwïsha, shrugging off the suggestion, but Dackör doesn't let the opportunity go "When you are interested, don't hesitate in approach me".
The Team continues over the stone road, encountering at the end, a ramp that goes up, and after reaching the top, they feel the slowness of before.
This perdures for an instant, before all the mist disappears, letting in full dysplay a City, and differently to the stone road, the constructions are in perfect state…