From within the fog, the only sign that life remained was the small glow of marks on Mozrael's body.
Right beside her was Aramith, who was desperately searching for a way to escape.
They hadn't been able to hear Lynnor's announcement, so they had no idea all the others had escaped.
"I may not be able to see you, but my pet can smell you in the fog!"
Aramith forced his breaths to stay steady, though fear kept swelling inside like an animal that wouldn't obey.
It was hard to tell which direction Elira's voice came from.
And that was when the massacre began.
The beast moved like a snake, consuming the wolves wherever it passed.
And worse yet, its movements didn't follow a specific pattern.
It just snaked through randomly and disappeared, consuming without leaving a trace.
For the first time, Aramith was truly afraid, and the fear clouded his mind, making it impossible to think.
