Escape from the White Fog

That was the only thing they absolutely could not be without.

At that point, Kim Haru understood.

The mud ring was the key to identifying them.

With Fuzzball's presence, even if the seeds were unwilling to reveal where the mud was sourced from or any important details about the crafting process, they had no choice but to tell him everything he wanted to know.

After the seeds were pushed into the white mist for the third time and came back completely unharmed, everyone—including Kim Haru—knew the plan was solid.

The villagers adjusted their own mud rings, ensuring they were securely in place.

Holding onto one another, they took deep breaths, preparing to step into the mist and finally leave the place that had trapped them for so many years.

"Let them go," Kim Haru gestured toward the seeds as he spoke to the village chief.

This had been agreed upon earlier—these captives were only used to confirm the mist's safety.