Hao Ren admitted that he had underestimated the vengeful spirit; not because of its combat ability mind you, but its bizarre nature.
He found that the enemy was not something quantifiable, and it was beyond anything that he had ever faced before!
Hao Ren did not consider himself a battlefield veteran, but he had been in a couple of hard fought battles, especially one on a bizarre battlefield with so many races: it had elven magic, demonic powers, human technology, and even gnomish "ingenuity", but he had yet to meet anything close to a natural phenomenon!
A seemingly endless veil of white mist had descended upon them from every direction. The pungent smell of burnt rubber was strong and pieces of blue crystalline rained from above as the gun was fired. But the damage dealt paled to the scale of the predicament that they were in.
