The next two hours passed in mounting tension, like storm clouds gathering before the eastern dimensional rift. The sun had climbed higher in the sky, yet its light seemed blocked and weakened by the thickening dark purple mist enveloping the mountains. The usual warm golden-orange rays now felt cold and gloomy, piercing through gaps in the fog like pale needles of light. The air grew increasingly stifling and heavy; every breath felt like inhaling poisonous vapor. The stench of rotten blood mixed with sulfur and decaying flesh assaulted everyone's noses, causing several party members to feel nauseous and repeatedly drink high-grade antidote potions.
