136. Contrasts of life

[Mizkeal’s POV]

My palms illuminated by the strong concentration of mana. I squinted my eyes to get a clearer view, but the mist was too dense.

What kind of mist is this?

Except for the sound of tinkling chimes and a very faint ringing of bells in the background, all I could hear in that blinding mist were my own breaths and my roaring heartbeats.

I placed my hand over my chest, feeling the erratic heartbeats.

I knew she was close, and I also knew all of this was some kind of trap she had set.

I didn’t know what she wanted to do, but I couldn’t let her succeed.

I looked towards the sky.

“What in the fucking hell…” there was no sky, as far as my eyes could go there was just the mist.

Gritting my teeth, I tried to fly out of it. I soared higher and higher into the mist, trying to find an end to it, but it stretched out endlessly.

“Mizkeal…” A voice brushed past my ear like a warm caress.

I spun around abruptly, my eyes widening in a frantic search for the source of that sound