Nero, who was especially used to paying attention to his environment, was feeling uncomfortable despite the fact that he was still under the influence of the injection that should have prevented him from feeling negative or uncomfortable. It was a testament to the threat they were feeling from the fog.
It was the feeling of being in the sights of a powerful predator, getting ready to pounce at a moment's notice. Yet instead of a single predator, they were surrounded from all sides and angles from countless predators.
"How much control have you gained over your ability?" Nero asked as he stretched his limbs, getting ready for their prompt exit.
"Not nearly as much as I'd like," Gabriel said as he summoned red sand in his hand. Nero could vaguely tell that the sand was supposed to be in the shape of a sword, but wasn't coming together quite right.
