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Chapter 59. Mist of the Forgotten.
Author: Hencho
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Rhok traveled alone, his boots crunching over dead leaves and dry twigs. The wind blew quietly, brushing against his face like a whisper he couldn’t quite hear. The path east was empty. No caravans. No scouts. No signs of life. Just him, his daggers, and the low, unshakable cold that never truly left him.

The further he walked, the quieter the world became. Even the birds had stopped singing. Even the insects had vanished. The trees, tall and brittle, leaned slightly like they were listening for something. He didn’t like it.

For hours, he walked through woods that felt abandoned by nature itself. There was no sun, only a dull gray sky hanging above like an old unused canvas. And then, around midday, the mist came.

It rolled in from the east like a slow wave, thick and pale and wrong. It wasn’t just a mere fog, normal fog didn’t move like it was breathing, like it was alive, like it could sing.

The system’s voice spoke sharply in his mind.

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