The horses moved through the forest, trotting alongside the stagnant river. As they moved, the smell only became worse, a fogginess beginning to hang in the air.
The mist accumulated, making it difficult to see what was happening ahead.
'There's Mana in the air too…'
Theron found that when he tried to use his Third Eye to combat the limited range of sight, he received pushback in return. Third Eye always struggled in regions where Mana fluctuated, and had as tough a time moving through streams of dense Mana as it did solid objects. But this situation was particularly odd.
The Mana itself wasn't very dense, or else Theron wouldn't have had to deploy his Third Eye first before noticing the issue. Somehow, this mist was mimicking the effects of a concentration of Mana that was easily hundreds of times more dense.
'Formation? No. That would be too obvious. But it's also not far from the truth either…'
The jumbled thoughts in Theron's mind didn't seem to make any sense at all.
