Chapitre 681: [681] Fall.

He ventured into the deep fog once more, this time, aware of its working and how it will do it's best to make him fall.

Alan was hesitant, but prepared this time. It did not take him long to reach the part of the fog where the voices ran rampant, He blocked his ears with mana, reducing the effects of the voices.

But in turn, the nausea and other losses were amplified. It was as if the fog knew of his efforts, and was responding to them.

'Darned thing.'

He was slow, this time, making sure all of his limbs were glued to the surface of the shaft, encased in layers of thick ice. His regeneration battled against the effects of the sharp wind.

Soon enough, he was unable to see even his own self, the fog had obscured everything, He did not even know if he was going up.

'At least I am not going down...'