Chapter 15: Everlasting Crimson fog (3/5)
A headcount was conducted before the crew proceeded into the mysterious landmark. Their population totaled only 33, a solemn contrast to the hundred-plus at the beginning of the journey.
While the population had dwindled drastically, the crew did not lose sight of their mission. Hope still blossomed amongst them in the fight against the dark side.
A tense hush settled over the crew, broken only by the soft rustle of cloth and the distant ominous sound emerging from the cavity of the bridge.
The morning sun was still fresh and bright.
At the moment, the crew could be seen strolling towards the bridge, only a few minutes away. They all had their makeshift nose masks wrapped around their nose and mouth, revealing only their determined eyes, which stared at the path ahead with varying glints.
At the front, the hero, the captain and the wizard strolled together, bravely. The king followed right behind them, escorted by the remainder of the crew.
Three minutes later, the crew were now standing in front of the feared Bridge of the South.
At their current proximity, they could see the everlasting crimson fog even clearer. It was much denser than it appeared from far away. Even seeing their next five steps was impossible.
GULP
The soldiers gulped nervously — There was no turning back now. In a few seconds, they would proceed into a place where their death is more likely to happen than them surviving. What would be their fate?
"May the ancestors of Muzez watch our path and protect us."