The mist thickened, swallowing the chamber in a pale, choking haze. The Shadow Weaver Queen's new form moved within it like a ghost—silent, deadly, its multiple eyes glinting through the fog. Its legs scraped against the stone floor, and from its abdomen, more webbing shot out, not to trap, but to spread the mist further.
"Everyone, stay together!" Andrey shouted, his voice cutting through the fog. "Don't let it separate us!"
Sarah coughed, waving her hand in front of her face. "This mist is spreading fast! I can barely see a few feet ahead!"
Lisa's barrier flickered, struggling against the corrosive haze. "The mist is acidic! It's eating through my barrier faster than before!"
