A thick, unnatural veil of darkness spilled from the ancient doorway, crawling across the ground in slow waves.
The darkness moved against the wind, ignoring the storm's direction entirely.
It seeped through cracks in the stone, rolled over the frozen earth, and swallowed the faint light of the cloudy sky above.
Morgan shifted back instinctively, every instinct screaming at him to flee.
"I guess this is more than what you lot bargained for," Sarenus whispered incredulously with a grim tone.
Morgan pursed his lips, staring at the rolling mist warily.
Within moments, the dark mist slowly condensed in on itself, emitting several small pulses.
A moment later, an overwhelming sense of dread washed over him.
"Move!"
Morgan was already retreating by the time Valerius spoke.
Valerius was outwardly calm, but his voice carried a sense of urgency.
Morgan swiftly sprinted, focusing on putting as much distance between himself and the invading mist as possible.
