"We can't destroy them recklessly," Sylas said calmly. "Crushing them releases more mist. Fire doesn't work. Wind doesn't work. Space doesn't work."
Shuan frowned. "If we uproot the entire section of road?"
"And release all the mist at once?" Sedin replied. "That might flood the entire area."
Serena stared at the thin purple threads in the soil.
"If this is mycelium… then damaging one part might trigger the rest."
Gio looked down the road again. The mist stretched forward endlessly.
"Then how do we stop it?"
Sylas slowly crouched down.
He extended his hand, stopping just before touching the soil.
"It produces mist upward," he said softly. "But it doesn't move."
Everyone looked at him.
"The mist doesn't drift with wind. It doesn't get absorbed. It doesn't burn." His gaze sharpened slightly. "It's stable."
Major Kyle narrowed his eyes.
"You're thinking?"
"It might not be gas."
Those words made everyone's expression change.
"Not gas?" Drew repeated.
