Among all that chaos...
Suddenly fog started to retreat. With the fog beasts started to retreat too.
It peeled away from the battlefield slowly, like a living thing deciding it had taken enough.
The air grew thinner by degrees, not suddenly. Soldiers who were braced for another wave stood frozen instead, weapons half-raised, eyes burning from ash and exhaustion.
Ren noticed it first because Nyxa went quiet.
Her pressure was always there at the edge of his senses, like deep water behind glass—eased just enough for him to notice the wind again.
"Ren," Elara said, voice low. Not shaking. Controlled. "It's pulling back."
He nodded, wiping blood—someone else's—off his cheek. "Yeah. And I don't like it."
