Chapter 3: Making A Decision.
My eyes fluttered open, drawn to the fractured sky above. A lifeless expanse of darkness stretched endlessly, yet a strange azure hue clung stubbornly to its shattered surface, like veins of light coursing through a dying world.
With a slow, deliberate movement, I stretched my body, feeling the stiffness in my bones.
Step. Step.
I walked to the edge of the dune structure, peering into the vast dark mist. And just like any other day, the inky depths held no answers, just an endless void that seemed to stare right back at me.
And now that I think about it. Now that I went through the memories I'd on the Dark Mist.
I realized the Eldritch horror didn't attack me because it was... scared.
Scared of... me, perhaps? No. Not me.
There and then, realization dawned on me.
'It was scared of the flame!' I mused under my breath.
That seemed... plausible. After all, even one of the natural phenomena— the endless darkness had been scared of by the flame.
So... it was safe to assume that with the flame, I could very well roam through the dark mist.