As they trudged onward through the relentless mist, the atmosphere grew increasingly oppressive. The world around them remained hidden, obscured by the clinging haze. Agonythorn led the way with unwavering determination, while Morwenna diligently watched their backs, leaving no option for turning back.
Jasmine's footsteps were marked by a series of stumbles, slips, and awkward tumbles. The path, which seemed to meander endlessly along the mountain's side, did her no favors. She struggled, her footing constantly betraying her. Her frustration grew, and she found herself becoming a difficult and disagreeable companion.
Despite her sincere apologies following each mishap, the cycle continued. A sense of misery hung heavy in the air, amplified by the unyielding mist. It showed no signs of d
