From the top of the ossuary Uriel was finally able to scan his surroundings. Since the fog was only at ground level it was possible for him to see it properly in sunlight for the first time since the mist appeared, though there wasn't much to see. The mist carpeted the whole site and didn't allow him to spot any landmarks to orient himself, for a brief second he almost faltered an made a run for it towards the zeppelin as he had a general idea on where it was landed but, the sole idea of running blindly in the mist while being chased by the nameless horrors that just tore Flanagan apart was enough to deter him. After all, he had just destroyed the priceless artifact those cryptids safeguarded, it was only natural they would seek for revenge.
The only thing that allowed him to remain somewhat calm was that no matter how fast those cryptids were, he had a headstart of at least a couple minutes.