Capítulo 175: Folly of Man

As the turmoil faded, an impenetrable mist of ice shards and frigid water droplets arose over the land, obscuring the entire micro world from view. The soldiers of the Last Light Company shifted, fingering their weapons as they peered about. Our position on the mountain that held the entrance to the gate was relatively stable, rising above the fog. A few other glacial peaks, many created during the quake, jutted above the sea of white.

After a few aftershocks filled the air with a low rumble, everything fell still. The mists started to settle, dropping below the tops of the smaller hills and ice formations. We watched anxiously as the crevasses and rivers appeared, revealing a transformed landscape unrecognizable from before. There were no signs of demons or men, a shattered landscape devoid of all life.

My mana tingled, refusing to settle down. "It's too quiet," I whispered.

"What the hell happened?" Jackal asked, hand twisting nervously on his sword.