The mist never stopped moving.

It swirled and shifted in patterns that defied logic, creating new landscapes every few seconds, erasing any hope of visual landmarks. The twisted trees seemed to rearrange themselves when no one was looking, and the spongy ground beneath their feet felt different with every step, as if the very terrain was reshaping itself continuously.

Leon stopped walking, his hand raised to halt Seraphine beside him. They stood in what appeared to be another identical clearing in the endless white maze.

"This is it," he said with certainty that he didn't entirely feel. "This is the furthest point we reached, where we decided to turn back."

My Intelligence stat is in four digits, he reminded himself, trying to quell the doubt gnawing at his consciousness. My memory is perfect. I know this is the spot.

But knowing something intellectually and feeling confident about it were two different things. The mist had a way of making even the most certain facts feel questionable. Everything looked the same – white vapor, twisted trees, spongy ground. How could anyone be sure of anything in this place?

Seraphine looked around, her purple eyes scanning the featureless landscape with obvious skepticism. They had traveled kilometers into the mist, where visibility extended barely a meter in any direction. The idea of navigating back through this sensory void based purely on memory seemed impossible.

He looks uncertain, she noticed, studying Leon's face. The slight furrow in his brow, the way his jaw tensed – these were signs of doubt she rarely saw from him.

Without warning, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him in a warm, cheerful hug.

Leon stiffened in surprise, not expecting the sudden display of affection in the middle of their predicament.

"I trust you completely," Seraphine said against his chest, her voice bright and deliberately upbeat. "We'll get out of here. I know it." She pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a playful smile. "Besides, with your strength, we'll definitely make it out. The only question is whether we'll end up back in the Lower Domain or accidentally punch through to the Middle Domain!"

She meant it as a joke, a way to lighten the oppressive atmosphere that had been weighing on them since finding the displaced orb. But her words struck Leon differently.

She's absolutely right, he realized, feeling the tension drain from his shoulders. With my actual strength, there really isn't anything here that could stop us. Even if we got lost, I could probably just... break through.

The reminder of his true capabilities – the monstrous power he'd gained from his race transformation that he still hadn't told Seraphine about – put everything in perspective. He was worrying about navigation when he could probably tear a hole in the mist itself if he really needed to.

His entire demeanor shifted, confidence replacing doubt, his natural assurance returning in full force.

My hug worked! Seraphine thought happily, seeing his mood improve dramatically. She had no idea that her casual comment about his strength had been the real catalyst, reminding him of powers she couldn't even imagine.

"You're right," Leon said, his voice steady again. "Let's go."

He began walking with renewed purpose, but this wasn't normal navigation. Leon wasn't relying on sight – that was useless here. He wasn't even relying on his spatial awareness, which the mist suppressed. Instead, he was using something far more fundamental: muscle memory.

Every step I took coming in, every turn, every dodge around a tree – my body remembers, he thought, letting his physical form guide him. The angle of my foot when I stepped over that root. The slight adjustment in my stride when the ground got softer. The exact number of steps between encounters.

It was an unbelievable thing to attempt – navigating by the memory of movement rather than visual or spatial cues. But Leon's enhanced body, with its perfect proprioception and superhuman physical awareness, made it possible.

They moved steadily through the mist, Leon leading with absolute confidence now. When creatures attacked – and they did, with depressing regularity – he didn't even give them a chance to fully materialize from the white void.

A flicker of movement in his peripheral vision. His blade swept out, charged with lightning. A bisected creature dissolved before Seraphine even registered the threat.

Another attack from above. Leon's sword moved in a perfect arc, splitting the attacker in half mid-leap. The pieces vanished into mist before hitting the ground.

Three creatures tried to flank them. Three swift strikes, so fast they seemed simultaneous. Three piles of dissolving nothing.

He's not even letting me help, Seraphine noticed, but she didn't complain. She understood the situation – Leon was in pure efficiency mode, eliminating threats before they could slow their progress. This wasn't about combat practice or sharing the fight; this was about getting out as quickly and safely as possible.

She conserved her energy, maintaining only her basic enhancement, ready to act if needed but trusting Leon to handle the immediate threats. Her role now was to watch his back, to be the second pair of eyes in case something slipped past his guard – though given his performance so far, that seemed unlikely.

Hours passed in this manner. The grueling, slow travel that had taken them deep into the mist was being retraced step by careful step. Leon's body moved with mechanical precision, recreating their original path in reverse with an accuracy that defied belief.

Turn here. Duck under that low branch – yes, it's still there. Sidestep left to avoid the soft spot in the ground. Seventeen more steps before the next turn.

His body was a living map, each muscle holding the memory of their journey in.

They had been walking for what felt like an eternity when Leon took another step forward, just like the thousands before it.

But this time, the world changed.

The oppressive white that had surrounded them for so many hours suddenly wasn't all-encompassing. There was something else – a hint of color, a suggestion of normal light, a breath of air that didn't taste of mist.

"WE'RE OUT!" Seraphine cheered at the top of her lungs, her composure completely abandoned in her joy. She jumped up in pure celebration, and Leon caught her instinctively as she threw herself at him in her excitement.

We actually made it, Leon thought, feeling a mixture of relief and vindication. The memory navigation worked.

They stood at the very edge of the Forbidden Mist, exactly where they had entered hours ago. The normal world stretched before them – twisted as the Lower Domain might be in its own ways, it looked like paradise compared to the white void they'd just escaped.

Seraphine was laughing in his arms, the sound bright and genuine after the tension of their journey. "You did it! You actually led us out based on pure body memory! That's insane!"

If only you knew how insane some of my other capabilities are, Leon thought, but he kept that to himself for now; he will tell her everything later. For now, he is simply enjoying her enthusiasm and the feeling of real sunlight on his face.

They had survived the Forbidden Mist, collected valuable resources, and learned disturbing truths about the barrier between domains. But more importantly, they had made it out.

The question of who had moved their navigation orb still lingered, an unsolved mystery that would need addressing. But for now, standing in the normal air of the Lower Domain with Seraphine celebrating in his arms, Leon allowed himself a moment of simple satisfaction.

They were free of the mist.

For now.

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