Overwhelmed with questions in her head, Lillian finally asked, "So do you have a cure for it?" She placed a hand on her forehead. She was starting to feel light-headed, and the more she inhaled, the weaker she felt.

"I—" Darryl was about to respond by saying that he did have the cure but could not finish his sentence before he was interrupted by a frantic Lillian leaping into his arms.

"Dad, I've missed you. I've missed you so badly," Lillian said in obvious distress, even though her eyes were dazed.

Darryl was startled by the sudden action but swiftly sobered and thought, 'Seriously? Here we go with the hallucination. If only Lillian were not so determined to stay away from him, she would not have inhaled the mist and ended up like that. Though, from the looks of it, it seems like she has lost her father.'

Darryl was right. Lillian came from a wretched background. She was forced out of her homeland due to war thousands of years ago and had been drifting aimlessly with her father.