Right now, I am walking through the dark mist again. This part is what I must cross in order to get out of this sealed area, get our of this barrier, and meet Eris again.
Step by step, I force my legs forward, each movement a brutal struggle against the invisible weight dragging me down. It feels like wading through a swamp made of tar, every step a battle, every breath a choking gasp through poisoned air. Corruption clings to my skin like a second, rotting flesh. The atmosphere is thick, heavy, suffocating, as if the mist itself wants to crush my bones to dust.
And then, inevitably, the illusions begin.
Terrible images surge into my mind, dark and vivid, clawing at the edge of my sanity—
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In an instant, I stand in the center square of Luminaris Academy.
But it is not the Luminaris I remember.
It is a slaughterhouse.
