Mist country is, well, covered in mist.
It's a long, thin area stretching across the left corner of the continent, bridging Lightning to the east and Cloud to the south. Mist is cut off from Sun country by the smaller but more concentrated Rain so the weather is cold and dark.
The country is built into hills and sudden crevasses while the mist is thick enough that the humans can't see past arm's reach. Further out from the centre city, houses are made to blend into their surroundings, like traps waiting to swallow up weary travellers.
The various city centres have low lying buildings that are stacked strangely, cutting into other residences in jagged angles and protruding into the ground. Some buildings are squashed together but others have gaping space around them.
There are no cars or trains like Verde's megacity, but there are also no paths or signs and all of the open space can bleed into each other and lead people through winding mazes.
The God here is Mammon, a cloaked and hooded creature who fades at the edges and turns vaguely translucent when they stay still for long enough.
When Mammon's power fades from around Reborn, the Sun is plopped down onto a bed still holding his little follower and the other two humans are dumped next to him.
"Are you going to…?" Reborn gestures at his legs and the straps still disabling him.
"I'm thinking about it," Mammon muses. "You look good, does the slow life suit you?"
"Everything suits me," Reborn huffs. He moves Tsuna over and sets the teenager down near his Rain friend. "And how have you been, Mist?"
"Wonderful now that you're here, dear Sun," Mammon says wryly. They gesture and two people emerge through the closed door. "They'll show you around until I need you again. Damage any of my things and I'll add it to your tab."
Mammon vanishes and Reborn raises an eyebrow at the … twins? Both of them are very purple with hair gathered up into a spiked top. One is a teenage, small and cute with big eyes and a nervous looking disposition, about the same age as Tsuna. The other is a male, a bit older and with a sharp smirk on his face.
"My name is Chrome," the girl says shyly. "This is Mukuro. Is it okay if we show you around?"
Mukuro makes a flourishing gesture and Lambo's eyes snap open.
"What are we doing?" Lambo looks around and then sits up. "Huh."
If Verde isn't around then Lambo will keep Reborn company and the teenager is very obedient even if he does fake cry a lot. Reborn drags Lambo over the other two teenagers and onto his legs.
"Okay, okay," Lambo grumbles and starts unhooking the straps. Electricity crackles around his hands and feeds up his arms and into his little horns as storage.
Reborn starts tensing and relaxing his muscles, relieved at being able to move again. "If Verde comes by, tell him that I'll punch him in the face. If he stands still, I'll be gentle."
Lambo hums noncommittally, not wanting to get caught up in that matter. The last strap comes off and Reborn gets off the bed then pats Lambo on the head as a reward.
Reborn glances at Mukuro. "What about the other two?"
"Hostages," Mukuro answers rather gleefully.
Reborn thinks about summoning enough sun to burn through this country, thinks about pulling off an arm or two from Mukuro. Thinks about a lot of things really, but damn it he's so curious.
Reborn pats Lambo again. "Watch the other two. The brown one is cute, you'll get along well."
Lambo, who just watched Gamma get taken down and then got grabbed himself, only nods along.
Reborn gets taken to the usual tourist traps; the tallest building in the city, a museum, a seedy gambling den dedicated to the Mist God, then finally to a large theatre to see a play.
Reborn spots a poster and rolls his eyes.
"You'll love it," Mukuro says with a kufufu. "It's a beautiful religious work about the Gods and their might."
Reborn gives the poster a sceptical glance because he's doesn't recognise anyone -certainly doesn't see himself- but he does have time to kill.
The place is surprisingly packed for a play that's put on regularly.
Reborn checks off Verde, the mad scientist who can't talk without breaking into evil laughter. Then there's Colonnello, the stupidest person you'll ever meet. Mammon is played by a buff man who's clearly the most intelligent person on stage.
Another is introduced, an Eastern man dressed in red who's a smug asshole and always gets karmic justice delivered to him. Then next is a purple dog – literally a little dog who runs around obliviously and tries to play with the actors who ignore it.
The last to show is Reborn, played by an innocent maiden, confined to her temple and liable to faint into Mammon's arms at the smallest of surprises.
Reborn mimics the actor's innocent expression when a stage light just so happens to fall and make the props catch alight.
"So what did you think?" Mukuro asks wryly as they leave the burning theatre.
"The actors are ridiculous caricatures of Gods," Reborn muses. "Unsurprising, that mortal fears translate into mocking, because of course you should be scared. We are all powerful monsters who have only chosen to look like ants such as you on a whim – certainly not out of care for your sensibilities."
Mukuro raises an eyebrow. "Not every human is scared of you."
"Not every human is intelligent," Reborn retorts. "Now show me a good coffee shop. I've gone too long without espresso."