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Every breath tasted of the strange mist, and the clamor of the creatures filled our ears, accompanied by the panicked shouts of Onshev’s men.
I felt a sudden tug on my arm and turned to see one of the red-eyed monsters closing in.
Aznai, battered but not beaten, lunged at the creature, buying us a few precious seconds.
The roughness of Madison’s hand, the dampness of the fog against my skin, the otherworldly screeches echoing around us — everything felt intensified.
We moved as quickly as possible, the world around us a disorienting blur of shadows and fog.
Each step felt like a gamble, with unseen dangers lurking in every direction.
We had survived the immediate danger, but the journey was far from over.
21
MADISON
The fog, dense and suffocating, enveloped us as we plunged headfirst into it.
It felt like running through thick smoke, stinging my eyes and burning my throat.
Every breath was a challenge, the wet, heavy air filling my lungs.
The moisture on my face made it feel like I was drenched in perspiration, but I couldn’t tell where the sweat ended and the fog began.
The sound of our footsteps and labored breathing was the only thing cutting through the muffled silence.
But it wasn’t long before other sounds joined the cacophony — shouts, the snapping of twigs, and the unmistakable sound of pursuit.
“We can’t stop, Lorik!” I yelled, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me.
The ground was uneven, littered with fallen branches and stones that seemed determined to trip us up.
But it was the tree roots, twisted and reaching, that posed the greatest challenge.
More than once, my foot caught on one, sending me sprawling forward.
Each time, Lorik was there, pulling me up and urging me forward.
The scent of the damp earth beneath us mixed with the alien aroma of the fog, creating a heady and confusing cocktail.
I could feel the gritty texture of mud and leaves on my skin, evidence of our numerous stumbles.
The forest around us seemed to come alive, every shadow morphing into a potential enemy, every rustling leaf signifying danger.
It didn’t help that the fog distorted everything, making trees look like looming figures and distant sounds appear much closer than they actually were.
Through the thickness of the fog, Lorik’s blue scales shimmered, providing a beacon for me to follow.
I clung to his hand, the coolness of his touch at odds with the heat of the situation.
Aznai, ever vigilant, led the way, his experienced eyes quickly scanning the surroundings for the safest path forward.
But even he wasn’t immune to the challenges of our environment.
I heard him grunt as he too, was ensnared by a tricky root, but he quickly recovered and pressed on.
The distance between us and our pursuers began to grow.
