Kant reined in his horse and extended his hand to signal for them to stop moving forward.
The knights' faces were filled with shock.
The thick fog in front of them was rolling. Its grayish-black appearance was just like the black smoke coming out of a factory's chimney.
In the sky, the dark clouds blocked out the sky and the sun. A faint breeze blew, and the entire cloud layer moved slowly. Along with the faint screams that appeared from time to time, it really gave people the feeling of... The Underworld's ghost realm!
It was as if a bone-piercing chill came along with the wind, and the ground had already frozen solid like a frozen lake in winter.
The warhorses dug the ground beneath it.
However, the steel horseshoes, could only dig out layers of white marks.
"The Sky Veil of Death..."
The mage apprentices opened their mouths, and there was an unconcealable trembling in their voices.