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The thick fog nearly completely obscured all surrounding vision; the red-haired woman, holding up a disc, looked around, only to be met by the eerily quiet and dense fog where even an outstretched hand would disappear from sight.
Faint orange glimmers of light fell from the disc in her hand, forming a shield-like curtain of radiance around her, enveloping her within and warding off the fog's erosive advance.
Hisss—
Sounds as faint as flesh corroding rose from those pale orange lights, indicative of the surrounding dense fog attempting to corrode the curtain shield.
The fog here appeared similar to the one encountered earlier in the grand hall of the Inner Church but seemingly weaker.
Even so, the corrosive nature of this fog was fiercely intense, and feeling the trembling of the disc in her hand, the red-haired woman knew it wouldn't hold much longer.
