It was as if the mist were alive.
It pressed on their suits, soaked through their filters, and strangled every machine that dared to breathe in it. No scans, no pings, no eyes beyond the two meters in front of their boots. It was war reduced to blind groping in the dark.
Melodain Orchedan shivered despite the synthetic suit.
She hugged herself as she trudged beside Kulven. Their blasters hung at their sides like ornaments, useless against the nightmares they had seen.
Both walked in the deep mist without any fear. After all, what was this compared to the terror they had in the past days?
CRACK!
Kulven had stepped on a stick and made it snap. Both shuddered at the sound.
"That sound... it was like..." Melodian sighed.
"You still hear it?" Kulven's voice was raw, scraping like stone.
Melodain flinched.
"The sound of your spine snapping? Every night. I wake up with it still ringing in my ears. By Marrho, Kulven… he pulled it out like a child yanking weeds."
