Remiel and the others walked carefully through the thick fog covering the forest. Unlike normal mist, this one didn’t clear as they got closer — it stayed heavy and hard to see through, no matter the distance.
“This fog isn’t natural,” Seran said calmly, glancing around. “The Forest's Mist. It’s meant to confuse travelers, so we’ll need to stay close.”
The group nodded, keeping a tighter formation as they moved forward.
The group moved cautiously through the dense fog, every step muffled by the thick, damp earth beneath their feet. The mist clung to their clothes and skin, refusing to clear even when they tried blowing it away. Shapes seemed to shift in the haze, and soft whispers drifted through the trees, though no one was speaking.
“Stay alert,” Seran muttered, his hand tightening a
