Serenity Peak. Martial World Sharang.
Near the isolation barrier that separated the city from the world outside.
As Aksai stood at the edge of the ever-moving gray fog that enveloped Serenity Peak, he seemed to be thinking of myriad things at once.
"This looks like an Array Formation but there's something different about it," Aksai thought to himself as he looked at the layers of gray fog swirling in front of him.
"I guess there's only one way to find out."
With a deep breath, he stepped forward, into the swirling mist, his senses keenly attuned to the changes around him.
At first, the fog seemed harmless, but as he ventured further, he noticed a subtle pressure building against his skin. Some sort of weight that seemed to press down upon him from all sides.
His Spirit Sense, usually sharp and perceptive, began to falter, its reach diminishing with each step he took deeper into the fog. His other senses started getting compromised too.
