Sneaky

Hours passed, and the number of spirit ships and wandering Demonic Dao beasts dwindled. 

An eerie silence settled over the atmosphere, prompting Cain to bring them to a halt. As they emerged into the outside world, they found themselves standing on the precipice of a vast gray mountain range.

The mountains stretched out before them; their peaks shrouded in an unsettling mist. A strange sensation emanated from the range, like staring into an abyss of death and despair. The gray mist seemed to cling to everything, obscuring the path ahead.

Cain, his voice calm and resolute, spoke. "We'll proceed on foot from here. I can sense the correct trail and following it will be simple for me."

Kali and Luo Na nodded in agreement, their trust in Cain's abilities unwavering.