*FWOOSH!
The powerful gust of mist flew straight across the faces of Orin, Verhedyn, Ophelia, and Vox,
Each of them instinctively raised their arms as they shield themselves from the unnatural mist crashing towards them like a wave of air.
*cough! *cough! *cough! *cough!
One by one, each child coughed as the fog rushed towards them and began to thicken—their throats catching the mist, making them hitch.
The surrounding area began to completely vanish and be swallowed by the mist, until only a white wall could only be seen.
Pure white.
Soundless.
And still.
A silence that rang even louder than noise itself, making the group of children be at edge.
Still, even during the chaos, the group managed to stay together.
Their eyes wide, stances low, muscles tensed and breathed shallow as they continued to look at their surroundings.
Left. Nothing.
Right. Nothing.
At the front. Nothing as well.
Even in the back. Pure white.
