There was something different here. A thick, unnatural fog clung to the edges of the path, stretching from side to side as far as the eye could see. It was dense and swirling, completely hiding whatever lay beyond it. You couldn't see a single tree or rock past that wall of mist.
And on one of the trees right at the edge of the fog, a crude wooden sign had been nailed:
BEWARE! THE CIRCLE!
I swallowed hard and kept walking. This was it. We were really going in.
"This scum knows about The Circle." Tornhawk met eyes with Jugo, then looked at the rest of us. "This is the western entrance. If you enter anywhere else except where the signs are posted, you'll walk straight into endless fog. When you come back out, you'll appear at a random edge of The Circle. It's important that you only use this entrance."
"W-what if some bandits try to trick us!" Saka stammered, eyes wide with panic. "Putting up fake signs… trying to t-t-t-trick us!"
