|| Chapter 283 || Looming Hands
The greenish fog seemed to grow thicker, looming particularly as the third group finally crossed the bridge. The dark plains before them were waiting to be trodden upon. For some reason, Moulin felt uneasy as he watched the last person of the third group hurriedly step away from the last plank of the bridge as if his feet were on fire.
"Ao!"
Snow's alarmed bark finally caught Moulin's attention. At the same time, Kier suddenly raised his head with sharp eyes. Moulin then knew something was wrong.
"Moulin?" Ghana turned to his friend, noticing the sudden tension. She was one of the people of the second group that crossed the bridge.
Jagra instantly raised his brows, "What is it?"
"Something's wrong," Moulin muttered as he took a few steps near the exit of the bridge. A concerned crease appeared between his eyebrows as he stared seriously at the cloud before him, like a wall that seemed to swallow anything that comes near it.