"Do you feel like the farther we walk, the thicker the mist becomes?" Merlin asked in a low voice.
Lyserra nodded. "Yes, you're right. Be careful—there's a threat ahead."
Merlin didn't let his guard down and heightened his vigilance.
Just then, a cold wind blew from ahead. At the same time, the mist thickened until it completely obscured their view.
Merlin's alertness peaked as he prepared for battle.
"The enemy is coming," he whispered, placing Lyserra on his right shoulder.
He raised the Arkan Magic Staff in his left hand. The staff was beautiful, with faint purple lines glowing along its shaft.
Whoosh!
The staff flared, and the mist within a five-meter radius instantly dispersed.
However, there was no one around, leaving Merlin slightly confused.
"Could it be my imagination?" He frowned.
"No, it's not your imagination. I sense several people hiding within the mist, ready to attack you," Lyserra warned.
