Just as Elena said, it felt like a veil was suddenly removed from their senses. The psychological block of survival had been so intense that their ears had filtered out anything that wasn't a roar, but now, the world was singing a different tune.
"No way!" Cissel's eyes went wide, her daggers lowering slightly as she tilted her head. John didn't need to see it; his earlier suspicions were confirmed the moment he focused.
Through the eerie silence of the fog, there it was, the faint and unmistakable melody of a running stream of water. It wasn't just a trickle; it sounded like a heavy flow, perhaps a river or a big branch of it.
