Carson Flores's Incarnation moved along the direction indicated by the Compass needle, step by step, neither fast nor slow.
Carson Flores and Varric Combs followed three meters behind the Incarnation, matching its pace, their expressions cautious and wary.
They walked over a thousand meters without incident. Just as Carson Flores was beginning to feel doubtful, his Incarnation took a step forward and then vanished in an instant.
Carson Flores abruptly halted, his face growing solemn.
Varric Combs tilted his head. "Well?"
Carson Flores carefully probed, then finally said in a low voice, "I've lost contact with him. He was probably pulled into an Otherworldly Space."
Varric Combs wasn't surprised. Instead, he consoled Carson Flores, "That's normal. You'd better be mentally prepared—you're going to lose a whole lot of Incarnations."
Carson Flores nodded. "We'll take it slow. We're not in a rush."
