The mist was deceiving, hiding everything beneath its protective blanket.
Rhygar felt it cling to his cloak as he walked carefully, his steps moderated with calculative precision. Any sign of hurried movement or a stray use of mana could alert a lurking presence - notably, his mother.
He also felt it unbearable to endure the smell of this toxic air. Even if this toxicity wasn't deadly to someone as strong as him, it was still nauseating.
He almost felt tempted to just turn back and leave. But he was even more determined to not return without finding out what his mother was finding. He had to find out for her sake as well.
However, right then, from the distance, the tune of faint voices mingled with the gentle murmur of a nearby water body.
Straining his senses, Rhygar gravitated towards the sound, nerves on edge as he moved.
The sound was like a whispered secret, hidden behind the veil of the lake's murmur.
