Pidge gets no reply; just the echo of her own voice ringing back at her. Wherever she is, she's here alone, far out of sight and earshot of her party...but it looks like there's something up ahead - something dark and looming. Good thing her iMog slate still seems to have reception.

Wind spells do well to clear the mist in the short term, though it seems to filter back in before long; The mist here wishes to occupy this space, and no silly spells will chase it off for long. Tidus' sharp laughter cuts through the forest but it echoes amongst the trees and muddies his location. Thankfully, Chara's Earth Sense seems to sense...well, something, on the very edge of it's range. It's fuzzy and as hard to make out as anything else here, but as far as leads go, it's the best they've got.