After an hour of sprinting through the forest's dense foliage, Adam and Karna emerged before a cave.
Thick fog swirled out of its threatening mouth, permeating the air with a sense of supernatural danger that felt out of place compared to the surrounding verdant nature.
Adam's soul chilled as his terror for the mysterious abilities of the cave's dwellers twisted his lips in an uncomfortable grimace.
"The fog of the dead... is it too late to return?"
Karna's lips rose in disgust as he pointed his golden spear at the crypt of the fallen.
"Undead creatures can't contaminate your territory. Show the result of your training and eradicate them for the citizen's safety."
Lips quivering, he offered his mentor a conflicted nod. His steps heavy, he walked to the entrance, the smog blowing a stale scent of decay into his nostrils.
Heartbreaking wails echoed from its depth, but were they real or just a manifestation of his fears? He didn't know.
