Chapter 385: The Purple Fog
"What is up with this fog?" Elijah questioned out loud as his eyes stared at the dark purple fog creating a layer over their heads. It didn’t attack, didn’t look poisonous, still, it gave the deep sense of danger.
"What are they trying to do?" The question came from the Marshal of the Mortal Army who was observing the fog from beside Elijah. Other than the obvious confusion, the underlying fear in his voice didn’t escape Damien’s ears. Turning his face to the side to look over his shoulder, he responded - "They are trying to intimidate you, and it seems like they are succeeding."
"My apology..."
"There’s no need." He stopped the Marshal from apologizing, his tone calm yet powerful. "I don’t expect you all to put on a strong front and hide your true emotions. It’s human nature to fear the unknown, especially when you can clearly sense the danger. Fear is not your weakness unless it makes you give up on your determination to fight and win. So, be afraid... but don’t become a coward."
His words sent a wave of strength through the mortal army who immediately responded back with a positive shout.
Returning his attention back to the fog, Damien tried to study it. He squinted through the thick haze, struggling to discern anything beyond the immediate vicinity, but even his supernatural eyesight faltered in the face of the fog and the mortal army accompanying him was virtually blind.
Damien clenched his jaw, the frustration evident in his eyes. "This fog is blocking everything—sight, hearing, even my sense of smell. We’re vulnerable."
Elijah furrowed his brows. "We can’t fight what we can’t see." The realization of the purpose behind the sudden appearance of the fog was finally dawning over them. He turned to face the Marshal and ordered - "Spread the word to stay vigilant. We need a plan."
As Damien attempted to contact Kenric, who was leading the Dawn Court army in the Seelie Empire, the fog disrupted his connection. He cursed under his breath, realizing that the fog wasn’t just an inconvenience; it was a strategic weapon wielded by their unseen adversary.