The mist clung to the pier, thick and all encompassing.
It also felt heavy, making the air cold and damp against everyone's skin. Their clothes grew moist, sticking slightly from the mist.
Fortunately, both his and Lucy's robes were made from high-quality material, enchanted to maintain a steady temperature, so they barely noticed it.
Still, there were things the mist made difficult.
No matter how hard her tried to see through it, the mist wouldn't budge, twisting and curling like it had a mind of its own.
He even looked up, only to be met with more mist.
They were definitely still in the river, which left him wondering—how were they supposed to get out of this place?
This made him instinctively look to Hisame for answers , but her new demeanor sent his thoughts astray for a moment.
She no longer carried herself like a noble maiden but like someone who grew up on the streets
