It was fog. The moment the three of them set foot on the port of the Old Continent, white mist enveloped their bodies. After the light of transfer faded, all that remained was the cold touch of stone pavement and the confirmation that their feet were on solid ground. There was no sign of the high-density atmospheric mana they'd grown accustomed to on the Demon Continent. The sensation of lightness spreading through his body was proof that he had returned. Raid stepped onto the stone pavement of the port and looked around. Fog. Dense. Visibility didn't extend more than ten meters. The smell of salt stung his nostrils. The sound of waves reached him from a distance. It was different from the ports in the eastern empire—somewhere further west, probably one of the Old Continent's major ports. The fact that the transfer device's exit was set here meant—— "Maybe I should think of a greeting for coming back," Raid thought to himself. The moment that thought crossed his mind, what came ou