The trace currents of Black Mist grew thicker as we drew into the forest. The trees were dark and wired, their leaves drifting to the ground like autumn fall. We crossed a few corpses of Risen slain by Zephyriss's demons, leaking visible wisps of black mist. It curled toward us, only to fade away again.
"It's getting worse," R'lissea said, frowning as a small stream of mist curled around a few trees, drawn to our souls. "But why isn't it touching the demons? It's supposed to be drawn to life energy."
"It is," I said, frowning. "But it's hard to see with only the visible part, but that man is drawn right to the center of the horde. But then…it gets lost and disperses. Like water running into oil."
But no matter how we looked, or how many times, it was the same every time. The black mist perked up, like an animal sniffing our scent, but quickly lost interest. It seemed drawn straight to our heart, to R'lissea, Elise, and me, yet never got farther than brushing the weakest scions.
