"This is why no one can simply visit this place child…
The Fog of Death lurks here permanently…
It happens to be one of the main reasons the capital of the Kros Empire wasn't established here, and this place was left to crumble away." Amaud said as he thought back to the many visits, he'd taken to the region over the years to try and get through the dense forest fog.
The roots of the trees, plants and grass all withered away until black char was only left behind that signified the extent of the Fog of Death.
Trying to look through the dense grey fog crawling through the dead forest behind the government building of the city, Benedict felt like trying to walk through the danger in front of him.
Currently relying on Amaud to move around mostly, Benedict hoped he would have enough strength and power to push himself along to walk a certain distance through the fog.
