As the strange fog clung to the battlefield, soldiers and beasts alike retreated from its reach. Cries rang out across the plain, men stumbling and screaming as though death itself were at their heels.
From Solmere City's camp, Biron could only watch the chaos unfold, the silver haze rolling in the distance.
"Do you think we should run?" Paul asked, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the sun as he tried to get a clearer look.
"I think we're far enough away that it won't reach us… but what strange magic. I've never seen or even heard of anything like it," Selka muttered. Her brow furrowed as her bird familiar took flight, wings cutting through the air toward the fog. She couldn't see through its eyes, but she listened instead, catching what sounds carried back.
Her face grew pale. "Many who were inside the fog died. Now that it's clearing, I hear reports of seven hundred dead maybe more. No one dares go closer."
