Ethan propelled himself forward with unyielding determination, hurtling towards the approaching trolls. As their menacing intent crystallized, Ethan's calculated response unfurled.
In a seamless display of fluidity, he released the quartet of marbles clenched within his grasp. Upon contact with the ground, a rapid transformation ensued—the marbles burst into life, manifesting as billowing tendrils of white mist. A thick, swirling fog swiftly enveloped the trolls' vicinity, shrouding their forms from sight.
The trolls, caught unawares, inhaled the ethereal smoke involuntarily. Their chests heaved with violent coughing fits before their strength ebbed, sending them plummeting to the ground in a state of unconsciousness.
"Cover your nose," Ethan instructed the girl, his voice resolute, as he strode purposefully into the enshrouding mist. His strides bore a determination that penetrated the haze, guiding him toward the entrance of the prison with clear intent.
