They began their slow approach toward the edge of the boundary, the group moving in a tight formation as the dark mist thickened around them. The air grew heavier, fouler with every step, until breathing felt like pulling poison into the lungs. No one spoke for a while; even the wind had stopped moving.
But then, when they came close enough to see the inner veil of the corruption clearly, their pace faltered all at once. What had seemed from afar like a simple curtain of mist now revealed its true form...a swirling chaos of lightning, fire, and storm, bound within the shroud of black fog. Bolts of silver and crimson danced through the haze, each one tearing the air apart with sharp, rolling thunder that echoed through the empty plains.
