Chapter 179: 179-Pitfall Pt.4

"Orphella!" Adaloun shouted at the top of his lungs. "Orphella! Are you there?! Orph—bleurgh!" He vomited from the putrid smell of the vapor surrounding him.

To him, the fog wasn't as it seemed to be. The thick, white blanket of mist had a different behavior from that of a real fog. It was thick and powdery, like dust but had a color as white as snow. It was itchy to the skin and throat. It stank like rotten flesh, it stank of death. Adaloun ran towards a corner where the fog was still the thinnest, tore a piece of his clothing and covered it around his mouth and nose.

He looked around and tried his best to get a visual of Orphella from the thick mist, but it was too much for him to see. However, he couldn't leave her inside the fog, not with the reaction he had with it. He knew it could be fatal for her if she stayed too long in that fog.