"The mission is accomplished!" were the general's final words before he too exploded into a cloud of thick, black fog. What was left of the bodies of the mercenary soldiers, lay lifeless on the ground. The fog had drained their vital essence, like darkness when it obscures the light.
With the death of the sorcerer, the spell weakened and slowly the outer walls of the capital began to materialise.
Evening had fallen. The other sorcerers had warned of their brother's disappearance and continued their rituals of maintaining the fog over the rest of the city out of duty. They were all upset, frightened and saddened by the loss they had suffered. They had no means of alerting the prince to what had happened, they could only communicate with each other telepathically. They were discussing what
