The more Luciel used his mist, the more familiar he became with it, and the words that Nosferatu had said to him started to make sense.
'Mist...' Luciel thought as he glanced toward his hands surrounded with faint mist. It felt exhilarating and powerful, but there was a slight fear as well since it was his first time seeing something like this.
This ability wasn't something he had wished for, and its sudden appearance was a bit confusing. Yet, when it emerged, it felt oddly familiar, like something he'd experienced in his meditations.
Luciel looked around the battlefield, hearing Melisa shouting how they needed to hold on for only ten more minutes.
'Let's see what it can do!' Luciel had no time to think about it as the zombie horde continued to approach. It seemed like all those that turned started to gather at one spot.
