The mist still clung to Owen Shrouding his sight as His mana sense, normally capable of detecting signatures from hundreds of feet away, now struggled to perceive anything beyond five feet.
His Dragon Eyes fared no better. Each activation yielded the same frustrating result:
[Restriction Field: Shrouding Mist of Dead Divinities]
The notification mocked him with its simplicity, offering no solutions, just a flat statement of his limitations.
Owen kept walking, his humanoid form moving through the oppressive fog.
Then, finally, shapes emerged from the mist ahead. Shadowy silhouettes that suggested human forms, multiple figures standing in a loose cluster.
Relief flooded through him. "Hey! Over here!" Owen called out, raising one clawed hand to wave at them.
But he got no response in return.
The figures heard him, that much was obvious as their heads turned in his direction with synchronized precision that sent warning bells ringing in Owen's mind.
