Remiel found himself in a familiar realm, but something felt different. Standing before him were his other selves, Emriel and Remael. Both had changed.Remael, once lean and sharp-featured, now carried a quiet strength in his build — his frame broader, his posture calm but commanding as his muscles appeared bigger. His silver eyes glimmered with wisdom, and faint glowing markings ran along his arms like threads of light. His glowing golden hair now appeared longer.Emriel, in contrast, had grown more imposing, his once wiry physique now sculpted with muscle. His dark hair — now fiery — had grown longer, flowing past his shoulders, and a neatly kept beard framed his face. Dark cracks pulsed faintly across his skin with untamed power, and his intense gaze burned with raw determination. Fiery horns curled back over his head, adding a regal, almost intimidating presence.Both stood taller and more muscular than before, glowing marks etched into their chests, radiating a quiet, commanding p

Before they could make their move, a streak of blinding white light zipped past Scylla, cutting through the thick mist like a lightning bolt. It slammed into the horde of Furies with a deafening explosion, the ground shaking violently beneath their feet. Screeches of pain filled the air as dozens of the beasts were instantly obliterated, their remains scattering like ash on the wind. The team instinctively shielded their faces from the shockwave, the sheer force of the blast whipping their hair and attires. Scylla blinked in surprise, lowering her blades slightly. “What… was that?” she muttered, scanning the battlefield as the dust began to settle. Her eyes darted back to the group, quickly counting heads. That’s when she froze. “Wait… where’s Remiel?” she asked, her tone sharp with concern as she turned in a full circle, scanning their surroundings. “Are those… wings?” Mildred whispered, pointing toward the chaos unfolding ahead. There, amidst the swarm of Furies, Remiel stood tr

Remiel and the others walked carefully through the thick fog covering the forest. Unlike normal mist, this one didn’t clear as they got closer — it stayed heavy and hard to see through, no matter the distance. “This fog isn’t natural,” Seran said calmly, glancing around. “The Forest's Mist. It’s meant to confuse travelers, so we’ll need to stay close.” The group nodded, keeping a tighter formation as they moved forward. The group moved cautiously through the dense fog, every step muffled by the thick, damp earth beneath their feet. The mist clung to their clothes and skin, refusing to clear even when they tried blowing it away. Shapes seemed to shift in the haze, and soft whispers drifted through the trees, though no one was speaking. “Stay alert,” Seran muttered, his hand tightening around his spear. “This forest isn’t normal. There are eyes everywhere. The creatures here won’t rush blindly like the furies. They’re hunters.” A low growl echoed from somewhere in the mist, followed

High above the mist-choked cliffs, two shadowed figures lingered, watching the group below like predators circling unseen prey.“Make it more fun,” the taller one murmured, his voice soft but sharp as broken glass.The other let out a low chuckle, coils shifting with a sound like scales against stone. “Shall I?”“Release the phantoms,” he ordered, his black gaze glinting faintly from the gloom. “And remember… they must not reach the Gem of the Eclipse.”A whisper of laughter slithered through the night air, followed by a ripple of unnatural energy. Far below, the mist thickened, shapes twisting within its depths.~~~~~~The fog curled and twisted around the trees like pale, ghostly serpents. The others could still be glimpsed in fragments—shadows moving in different directions, figures swallowed and revealed again by the shifting mist. Their attempts to call out to one another only deepened the confusion, each voice bouncing back from unseen cliffs and hollow spaces, echoing endlessl

The Mirewraith glided closer, its form flickering in and out of the mist. The faint whispers that clung to it grew louder, curling around their ears like a chorus of sighs. The cold that radiated from its presence made the bog feel even heavier, and each step forward was met with an almost imperceptible ripple in the water around it.Scylla tightened her grip on her weapon and stepped closer to Remiel. Mildred’s staff trembled slightly in her hands, the damp air making it slick. Elynora’s whip-blades hummed faintly, ready, but she kept her stance low, cautious.“Watch the water,” Seran warned, voice steady. “It can reach through the pools, through the mud… it doesn’t need to touch the ground to strike.”A ripple ran across the bog near David's boots. He froze, eyes wide. A pale, clawed hand erupted from the water and swung toward him, vanishing as quickly as it appeared. The whispers intensified, filling the clearing with a ghostly chorus that made the hair on their arms stand on end.