บท 75: Seventy-five. The first rose

The truly terrifying thing isn't the night, for at least it can be avoided by other methods. But when the fog rolls in, those gasping for air have no choice but to surrender to fate.

"Would they appear if the fog showed up during the day?" Lu Li asked again.

The menacing, oppressive black silhouettes surrounding them seemed to have been forgotten by the two. Hades had no fear, either because he had seen them many times before or because he knew they couldn't harm him. As for Lu Li... it was difficult to detect anything but calm in his demeanor, even when faced with death or terrors enough to shatter the mind.

"I don't know, that hasn't happened yet." Hades shook his head, speaking with a tinge of prayer, "It's best not to hope for fog during the day. Regardless, that wouldn't be a pleasant occurrence."

That represented a new variable, and clearly, this world was already too fragile and broke to withstand several more.

"How do they come about?"