Middle Fiend Class
Leonel and Aina shot forward in unison, weaving in and out of each other with a focused look in their eyes. They hadn't even exchanged a single word before they moved, a tacit understanding resonating between the both of them.
Leonel's eyes flashed, three illusory fox tails as long as hundreds of meters appearing to his back even as his hair grew out wildly.
In one moment, there was nothing but clear and uninterrupted skies. But in the next instant, Leonel's Starry Spirit Domain was blanketed in a dense fog.
10 kilometers in every direction, including into the sky, there appeared a fog so dense that it became impossible even to see your hand before your face. However, there was something odd about this fog. It carried with it none of the heaviness or moisture true fog should have. In fact, even when one swiped a hand at it, there was no movement at all.