The kids struggled through the thick blue smoke, their movements slow and disoriented. They noticed that the fog seemed to have no immediate effect on them. They were still able to move, but their vision was clouded and their breathing was labored.
"Are you all okay?" Azriel called out, his voice strained but steady.
Everyone nodded, though their faces showed signs of worry. The voices of Uncle King's group grew louder, and it was clear they were getting closer.
Suddenly, BJ gasped and fell to her knees, clutching her eyes. "My eyes! It hurts!" she cried out, her voice filled with pain.
"BJ!" Thame shouted, rushing to her side. "What's wrong?"
"I—I don't know!" BJ's voice trembled as she covered her eyes with her hands. "It hurts so much!"
The group was panic-stricken, their hearts racing. "We need to help her!" Thame said, looking around desperately.