Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. Dasha's gaze remained steadfast. Finally, he took his first step. The crunchiness of the soil, the taste of the air and the slight acidity. Fog was supposed to be pure and tasteless. This was not. This was magical in nature and seemed to absorb everything but sound waves.
With each step, he matched his heartbeat and listened to his surroundings. The difficulty couldn't be overstated. The slightest delay in rhythm could ruin his concentration. His range grew further and further, detecting trees and tiny rocks in the ground. He approached a specific tree. Coming closer, at three metres away, he was able to see it.
"Coastal Redwoods," Dasha muttered. "They grow in places with high precipitation like mountains. Could this based on a real place? Or an aberration like the Shadow Hall?"
