The Forbidden Mist towered before them, and calling it a "mist" suddenly seemed like the gravest understatement Leon had ever encountered.
It wasn't a fog bank or a cloud formation or any natural phenomenon that the word "mist" might suggest. It was a wall – massive, absolute, and terrifyingly solid despite being composed of swirling white vapor. The barrier rose from the ground with perfect uniformity, stretching upward until Leon had to crane his neck back to follow its ascent.
But that wasn't the worst part.
As his gaze traveled upward, expecting to find where the mist eventually dissipated into the open sky, Leon's stomach dropped. The white wall didn't end. It curved inward, arcing over the entirety of the Lower Domain like a massive dome. The Forbidden Mist didn't just border them – they were entirely enclosed by it.
