Time had become meaningless in the perpetual white twilight of the Forbidden Mist.
Hours had passed – at least, they thought it was hours. The mist created its own reality where regular markers of time ceased to function correctly. The silence pressed against their ears, broken only by the faint hiss of the mist as it curled around the trees. They had traveled several kilometers deeper into the twisted forest. However, distance was as difficult to judge as time when every direction looked identical and the mist swallowed all landmarks.
