A purple mist drifted out from the room, without any lighting the room was too dark for both of them to see anything. Sensing its user's thoughts, Savitr's blade hummed as it glowed brightly. "You head in first," Savitr ordered as he slowly backed away, slightly afraid that something was lurking in the mists. Not wanting to stir up any more trouble, Jason carefully entered the room. He covered his mouth and nose with a rag. Letting in a small wisp of the purple gas, he held his breath as he tried to analyze the ingredients. Odorless, Jason couldn't identify the contents of the weird fog like mist. If even an expert alchemist like him couldn't identify the mist, Jason highly doubt any human could. The only thing he could be certain about was that the mists didn't have. an immediate affect on his body. He wanted to set ablaze the room, forcing the demon lord out of hiding, but unfortunately he was concerned about whether the purple fog was flammable. Casting a simple illumination spell, glowing balls of light orbited around him, lighting up the perimeters. Something was off, but Jason just couldn't figure it out. He gestured for Savitr to stay back, in case the mist had some unknown effects.
The Dead that Walks for Vengeance
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