With a dull thud, the brilliant green barrier created by the Asclepius' Herbal Staff cut through the ten-thousand-year-old Peach Blossom Miasma like a blade slicing open a river. The pink liquid haze, which flowed through the sky like a slow moving current, parted before them as the barrier forced its way forward. Riding atop the Violet Thunderwing Steed, Marcus and Alana passed safely through the divided mist.
