The sky overhead, once a bright blue, turned a murky, oppressive grey, and a thick, red fog began to envelop everything in sight.
The fog tasted too thick and before it could seep into him, he reacted.
'Open inventory.' Kazi pulled out a gray scarf tighter around his face to filter the acrid fumes, his eyes squinting against the stinging air but unaffected.
'The red fog is poisonous. However…'
With Mastered Flow of Mana, the prickly pain disappeared. It wiped out the foreign substance like an ocean taking out a flaw. The quality and quantity of his mana was too great. Fog of this calibre wasn't going to affect him.
