With a swift motion, Han Wu sliced off the green tongue and used his powerful dragon wings to steady himself in the air. He looked around to find himself completely enveloped by the strange, thick white mist. Beneath him, the seemingly endless horde of zombies continued its relentless march.0

“I should fly back the way I came and head straight for town,” he decided.0

Han Wu turned around and flew in the opposite direction, trying to retrace his steps back towards the town. However, after flying consistently for three solid minutes, he was bewildered to find that he was still trapped within the strange white mist. Below him, the zombies continued their aimless march.0

“Wait, did I perhaps fly in the wrong direction?” he wondered, completely confused.0

He altered his flight path right away, but he was still stuck in the same weird mist. He then flew around in various random directions for a full thirty minutes and still couldn’t...0