They say to trust your gut because it is always right.
That was a lie.
I was now walking blindly on a mist-covered path that I seriously and honestly had no idea where it would lead.
"Damn. If this turns out to be Ephis or Ephis' brother, I will make him pay."
When I was a kid, I often imagined that being in a mist was like walking through the clouds. Scratch that now.
The mist was like a veil. It could pose as a cover over something ugly or a dangerous path ahead. Whichever of the two it was, neither promised anything good.
There was no cloud, just a white smoke hindering one from moving forward because it was scary to risk taking a step when you couldn't see anything.
I tried calling for some flames or ice, but nothing happened. There must be a nullifying effect in this mist.
I hissed, blindly fumbling for a way out, if there was a way out.
If there wasn't, I guess I'll be stuck until a miracle happens.
