Those things unfortunate enough to be touched by the black mist decayed rapidly—vegetation withered and rotted, fertile soil turned into muddy swamps, clear lake water became murky, emitting a foul stench, and fish and shrimp in the water all floated up, looking as if they had been dead for many days....
Even the air carried a sickening, salty, nauseating smell.
"You should not use it this way."
Favara raised a hand to summon a breeze, dispersing the filth before him, his face showing a helpless and sighing expression.
"Every time you use it, you quicken its awakening, and it makes them find you easier..."
"I saved you, Favara!
If I hadn't acted, you would have died!"
The young boy argued loudly, sitting slumped on the rotten grass, panting heavily, appearing extremely exhausted.
Favara said nothing, merely letting out a heavy sigh.
Just then, a voice drifted over from afar.
"What kind of power is that?"
"Who is it?!"
