"Haa... Haa..."
Heavy breathing echoed through the Strait as An'as rushed ahead, his footsteps stirring ripples in his wake.
His heart pressed heavily against his chest as he moved ahead, an intense sense of dread washing over his mind.
'We need to leave, now!!!'
He didn't know what was going on, but for one of the seven lords to be killed like this...
It couldn't be anything good.
"Haa.. Haa..."
As his rough breathing echoed throughout the otherwise silent Strait, An'as turned his head to look behind him, hoping to see Lazarus following from behind, but...
"Huh...?"
An'as stopped, his eyes blinking as his chest grew heavier.
He was nowhere in sight.
"Wha... Wha... Where did he go?"
An'as quietly swallowed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he scanned his surroundings. To his shock and rising dread, the fog had thickened so drastically that he could barely see beyond a few meters.
With the darkness already pressing in, he felt utterly blind.
