Pyris, summoning his Elemental Sovereign's Aura, focused all his will into creating a shield against the creeping fog, a pulsing barrier that sparked and hissed as the mist tried to penetrate it.
For a moment, he felt a slight reprieve, the haze around him lifting enough to give him a brief glimpse of the chamber ahead.
But just as quickly, the mist thickened, pressing against his shield with an unsettling, relentless force.
"I can hold it off for a while, but it's strong," he muttered. His voice sounded far away, even to himself, his thoughts feeling clouded and sluggish. It was as if his mind was being lulled into a quiet, blissful surrender.
But he forced himself to resist, pulling on every bit of willpower he had.
Just then, dark shapes began to emerge from the depths of the mist, shifting and coalescing into almost tangible forms.
