The portal spat them out like something it didn't want to keep.
CRASH.
Everyone hit the ground hard, one after the other, tripping over the broken floor. Holden caught his footing in two steps. He heard Emric grunt behind him, the heavy shield clanging against the ground as he steadied himself.
Holden straightened up and looked around.
The sky above the Ruins of the Ashen King looked murky and grey. There were no clouds or big storms.
And the fog was everywhere.
The grey fog came up to his waist. It flowed between the ruins like a slow stream, taking its time and filling the space. The broken columns and fallen walls of the city rose out of the fog.
"Okay so," she said, and then stopped.
She looked at the fog. At the grey sky. At the broken ruins stretching in every direction until they disappeared into the mist.
