The shyest misstep could have been their own undoing.
The trio navigated the dense fog, which seemed to breathe with a life of its own. Purple took point, her threads spreading across the ground as she called out warnings, ensuring no one got separated.
Julien followed, relaying her instructions to Scar at the back, making sure he didn't miss anything important.
The fog proved as impenetrable as anticipated, sun or no sun. White smoke consumed everything, so dense that they couldn't even make out their own limbs against it.
A memory surfaced, a story Cartel, one of his predecessors, had heard as a child. Cartel's life became a nightmare the moment Brenda, the second wielder, passed the Inheritance to him.
Brenda died within days of awakening it, and Cartel was unlucky enough to perish at the academy after only his third duel.
Cartel had been twelve when Brenda, his older sister, was killed and transferred the Inheritance to him.
