The mists had gotten thinner at this point and he stepped out into the endless plains with perfectly still grass, not a single black blade of grass swaying despite the gloomy atmosphere.
Dulce took out a vial of blood, walking further away from the mountains. He could feel his throat closing, the black mist was the same poison he had been poisoned by from Asael's blade.
He drank the vial of blood, catching his breath. On his journey through Noctyrn, he had seen the cause of the mist. Giant mushrooms, thousands of them.
They glowed an eerie black light, constantly releasing spores until it saturated everything around. With how many of them there was, he was surprised that this open field was untouched by the spores.
Dulce hesitated before summoning a Demon, having never had to do it before. But it was fundamental knowledge in summoning Demons, his case was an odd one, summoned Demons usually remained in the Hells until their summoners called for them.
