Nero stopped walking all of a sudden.
The fog had come suddenly. One moment the path along the river was clear, the next it was drowning in the grey fog.
His brows furrowed.
The fog moved strangely, flowing downstream against the current of the river.
'Strange...'
For some reason, a memory he would have loved to forget replayed in his mind.
Back in that cave so many days ago, when the Wretched Maiden of Despair had attacked him.
His eyes widened and his body trembled as he swiftly drew the Silver Blade.
With his eyes, he could see quite far into the fog.
He turned his head rapidly, tension creeping up his spine.
'If this fog was some supernatural phenomenon caused by an evil spirit, then the smarter choice would be to get off the path as quickly as possible.'
Just as he made up his mind to run as fast as he could, Nero's ears twitched.
His brows shot up.
'What was that...'
He had heard something just now.
He closed his eyes and listened.
