The dense white fog was so thick that visibility was reduced to mere inches, and teammates, back to back, would become mere shadows if they took a step away, and would vanish completely if they took two.
In the white fog, there were occasional soul-shattering dragon roars, the buzzing of shields activating and shattering, screams, the sound of bones cracking, and flesh tearing that never ceased.
In an environment where nothing could be seen, accompanied by such eerie background noise and communication channels filled with calls for help and screams, even the elite warriors of the Harkonnen could not stave off the fear rising in their hearts.
The white fog itself seemed to magnify the fear, spreading rapidly through the mind once it took hold, like ignited straw...
Heavy breaths continuously brought forth white mist within the transparent visors, as disoriented soldiers wandered aimlessly in the fog.
