The atmosphere around the dwarf army had grown tense as they stood at a distance from the Khan tribe, their war machines rendered useless by the narrow pathways leading to the village. But the unexpected turn of events was far from over.
As the seconds ticked by, a thick, ominous fog began to seep out from the dense forest that enveloped the Khan tribe. The fog was heavy and seemed to roll forth with a purpose, its presence shrouding the surroundings in an eerie haze. The soldiers of the dwarf army, already on edge, exchanged uneasy glances, uncertain of what was happening.
Among them, Duren Than, the leader of the army and the brother of Eldor Than, who had led the previous ill-fated attack and met his demise at the hands of Derek, stood with a deep frown etched on his face. He watched the advancing fog with a mixture of curiosity and wariness. It was an element that he hadn't accounted for in his battle plans, and he couldn't afford to underestimate it.