"It's quite strange, just now when we came in, everything was fine, the weather was clear, how did it suddenly become foggy?"
The man also found it odd, he glanced around, everything was enveloped in white fog, and he didn't notice anything peculiar, he only felt a chill through his body, very eerie and cold.
"Should we retreat? I always feel there's something uncanny in here, like there's something unclean."
The other person was very timid, he clung to the man's arm, not daring to take a step forward.
Both were tall and burly, intimidating just by appearance, yet at this moment they were as timid as mice in the face of this situation.
The timid man wore white clothes that seemed to blend into the white fog, his hands tightly grasping the arm of the man in gray clothes, not daring to lag behind.
"Are you really going to keep going forward?" the man in white asked fearfully, each step filling him with dread, his heart in his throat, not daring to breathe.
