Jan and Mark, the twin pillars of the group's leadership, reacted instantly. With no room for hesitation they barked sharp orders and guided their weary party into a defensive formation in a tight circle with weapons drawn and eyes scanning the swirling mist around them.
Even in what should have been a moment of rest there was no room to let their guard down. They stood silently, letting the mist coil around them as they caught their breath.
There was no talk. Each member focused only on recovering and drinking from pouches filled with shimmering potions that helped restore their drained Magic energy reserves.
But the body wasn't as easily mended as the Magic. They were still exhausted and yet they had to wait just long enough to move again and catch up to Eccar.
None of them knew exactly where he was, only that he had gone ahead alone, likely facing the rift or whatever monstrosity had come through it.
