Elian's POV
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The white fog grew thicker the harder he looked. He summoned some wind with his magic but only managed to disperse it by a few feet—before it rushed back to the way it was.
"It's no use." That voice echoed around him again. "I have you right where I want you. Just like I have… for millennia. Long before your essence jumped into this fragile shell."
Yep.
Amara.
At this point, whenever something went wrong, he always expected it to be somehow linked back to the hag.
Elian gritted his teeth, reaching out to the system instantly. 'What kind of magic interference is this? Why aren't my spells working on the fog?'
[That might be because of the obvious fact that she's a more powerful mage. Not to mention, her magic is warping your mind and reality at once.]
'... What?'
"How long are you going to continue running away from destiny, moon blessed?" Streaks of fog ahead twisted and twirled in a circle.
