He'll clear a path through the fog and he'll make it rain alkali on the annoying fiends. Fortunate that he has more to use here.

Poor fiends.

Thunder! Two feet from him!

He is slightly startled! Briefly.

Thunder on him.

Makeshift Faraday cage.

He keeps walking.

There are lots of plains.

There are lots of fiends.

The fiends don't always use thunder.

Stupid fiends.

He keeps going. For a long, boring, frustrating while.

It should be morning by now.

Is the fog too thick to tell? Or is this place somehow screwed with in the day-night department?

The clouds may be too thick to tell! Although it hasn't gotten any lighter, either.

If there are still a bunch of fiends around and it's still being all lightning-y, he'll keep walking for another hour or two.

Ugh.

Hour or two doth not an end to the plains (or the fiends) bring.

He's gonna risk getting struck by lightning.

He gets rid of the makeshift insulator and spreads out his wings, then flies off.

Fiends! Lightning! Cold!

...the places least affected by lightning are the rod towers, perhaps he could go from one to the other? They form a zigzagging pattern along the plains, north to south.

He will try doing that. The cold continues to be not a huge issue for him, and he continues to try to sink and-or alkali the fiends.

A sunk fiend tries to spit fire at him.

Then he will get singed and he will be slightly pissed off but he won't waste more effort on the stupid sunk fiend, instead opting to heal himself.

...it really should be noon, now.

Well he has no idea what to do about this. He can't really go back the way he came, it'll probably take just as long unless there's weird magic making it impossible to go this way, so. He keeps going.

Plaaaains! Thuuuunder! Fiiiiiends! No one aroooo—oh, wait, that's a travel agency isn't it.

He goes in its direction! Does it look open?

Yep!

He goes to it! "Hi there!" he says, first trying Al Bhed. 

The lady waiting at the counter is indeed an Al Bhed.

"Hello." She tilts her heads at his wings but doesn't question them.

"Is it usually this dark? I'm pretty sure it should be about midday at the moment?"