The air hung thick and suffocating as the unnatural black mist blanketed the battlefield, turning the once-vibrant scene into an eerie, lifeless void. The guttural growls and chittering noises grew louder, echoing ominously through the dark haze.
The young hunter trainees trembled, gripping their weapons tightly as their nerves began to fray.
"I… I can't see anything!" one of them cried out, their voice barely masking their panic.
"Shut up and stay close!" another trainee snapped, though their shaking hands betrayed their own fear.
The air felt alive with movement. Shadows flickered just out of reach, accompanied by the crunch of footsteps and the occasional scrape of metal. Whispers filled the air, unintelligible but oppressive, as if the mist itself was mocking them.
