He was now officially on high alert; having sent out Cordy the Absol to keep him company in this mess because holy shit, how could he have gotten himself lost somewhere around here?! What in the fresh hell?!

“S-stay close to me, okay?” he breathed out as they both waded deeper into the pervading gloom; the thickening fog obscuring what lay ahead—as well as what was behind them.

There really was no more turning back at this point because damn, a cold wind started to pick up—

And then, he felt it.

Not hatred; not envy; and most certainly not a grudge—

But fear. Abject, terrifying fear.

He then felt the Absol’s fur underneath his hold as they continued to walk forward—and now they were starting to hear voices as well! What was going on?! Had they really crossed the river of the dead?! But then—

Biting down on his lip, he yelped before feeling the instantaneous pain shooting through his face. Okay. So they were still alive, but…

+ Elise Calcifet
+ 15: become lost in the mist + setting up 08: experience immense grudgefulness, fear, envy, or hatred.