Within the fog, Ray was practically a god.

It was time to move.

Ray had already eaten, but he hadn't eaten his fill. Eating too much dulled the mind. Half full was enough to keep his focus razor‑sharp.

Though the dense fog sealed off the world, Ray had long since fixed his direction. He advanced straight ahead. After gliding several hundred meters, his spatial perception finally "saw" the main structure of the Finley family estate.

He had reached the edge of it.

Ray silently thanked his luc