I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

The fogged warriors had become too much for the cohort.

They were overwhelmed, surrounded, and suffocated.

And then—

Just as hope began to die, the warriors vanished, melting back into the mist as suddenly as they’d appeared.

For a few breathless seconds, Seraph’s Hollow fell silent once more.

It began with a whisper.

Not a sound—more like a wrongness, a shift in the air.

Lucy felt it first—a pressure at the base of his skull, like cold fingers brushing his spine.

Then the fog moved.

It didn’t surge forward like before. It slithered in tendrils, in threads, creeping along the ground like snakes. And then—upward.

"Wait—" Lucy began.