Elara strained her eyes against the swirling fog, trying to catch sight of the flicker she had glimpsed. The Mists seemed alive, pulsating with an eerie rhythm that twisted her sense of reality. Shadows flitted just beyond the periphery of her vision, but every time she turned to look directly, there was nothing there.
"Stay close," Kirin urged, his voice echoing strangely in the fog. "We don't want to get separated."
Seraphina's eyes scanned the shifting darkness ahead, her expression unreadable. "There's something in here with us," she said, her tone sharp. "I can feel it."
Elara gripped her sword tighter, her senses on high alert. The whispers grew louder, the voices almost tangible, as if they were trying to lure her deeper into the Mists. The very ground beneath her seemed to pulse and shift, making every step uncertain.