"What is up with this fog?" Elijah questioned out loud as his eyes stared at the dark purple fog creating a layer over their heads. It didn't attack, didn't look poisonous, still, it gave the deep sense of danger.
"What are they trying to do?" The question came from the Marshal of the Mortal Army who was observing the fog from beside Elijah. Other than the obvious confusion, the underlying fear in his voice didn't escape Damien's ears. Turning his face to the side to look over his shoulder, he responded - "They are trying to intimidate you, and it seems like they are succeeding."
"My apology..."