It was 2 a.m., yet there was no moon in the sky, no stars, no clouds. Just blissful darkness. But that was exactly what made Damian feel unsettled.
His eyes flipped open in the dead of night and he immediately noticed something strange. There was a power outage, plunging everything into darkness.
Gently, he moved Clara aside and sat up, only to realize the room was filled with a strange fog carrying an unnatural glow, seeping in through the window. Everything ten to twenty inches above ground level was swallowed by the mist, and that same fog now served as the only source of light in the room.
'This fog is strange.' Damian frowned.
He did not feel fear, but he felt on edge, as if his body was preparing for something inevitable. It was telling him he could not run. His only chance of survival was to fight.
