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We engaged again, but this time he had the upper hand.
With every move, I was forced further back.
I lost my blade, but I managed to knock his free too.
The thuds of our fists and feet, the ragged breaths, the smell of blood and sweat; they all mingled into a chaotic symphony.
I felt a sharp pain in my side; he’d landed a blow, and the world tilted for a moment.
I heard Madison’s desperate cries and saw the victorious glint in Onshev’s eyes.
And as he loomed over me, ready for the final blow — it didn’t need to result in death as the foggy monsters would take care of that, only one that would render me unable to defend myself — an eerie silence descended.
The fog around us seemed to grow denser, the red-eyed monsters becoming more pronounced.
I could smell the unnatural, ozone-like aroma they emitted.
Onshev, sensing the change, faltered, turning to see several of the creatures closing in.
In a twist of fate, the very beings we were fleeing became our unexpected allies.
Onshev’s triumphant expression morphed into one of terror as the creatures lunged at him.
Their elongated fingers gripped him, their claws digging deep.
He tried to resist, his screams echoing, but it was futile.
The very fog he had used to his advantage consumed him, the monsters dragging him into its depths.
Gasping for breath and nursing my wounds, I sat up, Madison immediately at my side.
We locked eyes, relief evident in both our expressions.
But this respite was short-lived; the fog still loomed and the dangers it held were very real.
The dense fogwas a relentless pursuer.
Every step we took, every breath we drew, seemed to sink us deeper into its choking grasp.
We could hear the subtle rustling of monsters, their red eyes gleaming like devilish beacons.
The scent of damp, rotting foliage was strong, and each inhalation brought with it a mix of moss and fear.
Madison’s voice broke through my haze of panic. “Lorik, the tree! We can climb it!”
I nodded, our plan forming rapidly.
We couldn’t outrun the fog as it seemed to be in all places at all times.
But we could perhaps ascend out of it.
Ahead of us stood a massive, old tree, its branches reaching out like twisted arms.
Its bark was rough under my fingers, reminding me of the texture of old leather.
We had to get above the fog.
Starting our ascent, the tree swayed with each gust of wind, groaning and protesting our added weight.
