I shook my head, already knowing it wasn't. The air grew colder, the static charge intensifying until it felt like my skin was crawling. A low, otherworldly hum filled the air, rising steadily in pitch.
From the rubble, a dark mist began to seep out, coiling and writhing like living tendrils. It spread quickly, consuming the remains of the Citadel and creeping toward us.
"Run?" Ji Ho suggested, already taking a step back.
"Run," I agreed, and we bolted.
We sprinted across the uneven terrain, the mist chasing us like a predator. It moved unnaturally, faster than it should have, flowing over the ground like water. I glanced over my shoulder and immediately regretted it; within the mist, shapes were forming—vague, twisted figures that seemed to flicker in and out of existence.
"What the hell is that?" Ji Ho shouted, his voice tinged with panic.
"The void," I said, my breath coming in short gasps. "It's already here."