Following the guidance of the crystal core, the group advanced toward the mysterious peak shrouded in clouds and mist. Along the way, the surrounding environment grew increasingly bizarre. The path, which had been relatively clear, was gradually swallowed by a thick fog, and the ground beneath their feet grew soft and damp, as if a mysterious force were tugging at their steps with every movement.
The closer they drew to the peak, the heavier the clouds and mist became, compressing their field of vision until they could only see a few feet ahead. The mist was suffused with an arcane aura that seeped thread by thread into their nostrils—a scent carrying an ancient and mystical charm, as if whispering of the peak's untold past.
"Everyone be careful. There is something wrong with this mist; it seems to interfere with our perception," Ling said vigilantly. She tried to cast Wind Element Magic to disperse the surrounding fog, but the moment the wind element touched the mist, it vanished without a trace, like a stone sinking into the sea.
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