Ayame checked the perimeter of the thick mist marching around their land. With careful precaution, she made some hand gestures to summon her tiny minions to do mass spying throughout the entire area without being caught by the creature within the mist.
“Let’s see what lies within this mist,” Ayame smirked slyly as she changed the mask that she usually wears and turned it into a phantom mask. It was just pitch black and covering everything and the only thing that could be distinguished was her bloody hair.
“This is going to be a fun task.” She commented as the mist passed her spot and from there, she began to feel everything.
The coldness of the mist should have no existence aside from the fair warmness and some noises from creatures. They were groaning and marching but they weren’t rash yet it was followed by the smashing of trees and the scent of blood also started to mix around the mist.
