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... bled into a trap. They hadn’t sensed anything at first till they couldn’t see anything in their path and suddenly, the whole area had been swept with a mist made of smoke.
Armstrong was a man with sharp eyes, and he could already make out a few mist figures in the coverage. He noticed that the mist was so strong he could hardly point out where Eldor was exactly, and if he was correct, then his strength was slowly getting depleted the longer he stayed inside.
A crooked smile fille ...
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