Slowly, several minutes passed, and the white fog that covered everything began to roll back toward them. The small space Grey had carved out for himself was gradually swallowed by the advancing mist, inch by inch, until the boundary separating safety and danger began to blur.
As the white fog drew closer, figures began to emerge from within it.
Many creatures formed entirely from the fog appeared, their bodies vague and constantly shifting, as if they were struggling to maintain a stable shape. Their eyes were dull and lifeless, devoid of emotion, and their minds were completely blank.
Yet despite this emptiness, they possessed a crude instinct.
Their gazes locked onto Grey, filled with undisguised malice.
At that moment, Grey finished suppressing the shadow and slowly stood up. His movements were steady and unhurried, showing no sign of panic despite the encroaching danger.
His grey eyes were clear, but deep within them burned a profound and unfathomable light.
