As they pressed deeper into the cave, a thick mist began to spill slowly toward them like a rising tide. It crept silently across the ground before gradually lifting into the air around them. Within moments, the haze had grown dense enough to leave several of the men disoriented.
Ragnar was the first to notice it.
The instant his eyes settled on the unnatural fog, a frown creased his brow. Even at a glance, he knew there was nothing normal about it.
He and Circe moved to the front of the group. He had his weapon already drawn in case something chose that moment to strike. Step by cautious step, they had continued forward while Circe guided them toward the place where she had sensed the captives hidden deep within the cave.
