The entire island was shrouded in a gray, foggy mist, visibility was extremely low, probably only about four to five meters, and within the fog, perception was completely obscured, making it impossible to discern direction.
"Fairy, can you make out the direction?"
Cristopher Hopkins Immortal replied, "I can distinguish north, south, east, and west, nothing more."
Carson Flores laughed, "That'll do. We came in from the southwest, so heading northeast should be the center of the island, we just need to walk in that direction, and wherever we end up is where we'll be. If not, we'll just run away."
"You call the shots."
Carson Flores laughed again, "How can I call the shots? I'm counting on your protection."
Cristopher Hopkins smiled faintly, "Because you have good luck. Naturally, we'll follow your lead. Who knows, you might just stumble upon a treasure while wandering around."