The fog was to be expected. He had heard of what Osias's lands looked like from the spirits around the ruins, and occasionally seen for himself the first few feet of the entrance through the flies near Laghodessa's resting place. It bugged the old demon a little, knowing that portal had been so close all this time, and that he never bothered to try entering until now. He always had a good reason to try entering... Yet he never left his beloved's side to enter.

At least until now.

To most that enter, the fog would be considered blinding. The moisture of the heavy fog seemed enough to soak the fur of any living trespasser. The only thing aside from the dense mist would be the multi-colored souls floating yards over the ground. Those floating close to the ground or close to the trees would be the only indicator that anything but fog even existed here.

The old demon was not exactly ‘most deer’.

Walking with a heavy step, he keeps his head low to avoid unnecessary collisions with souls too slow to float out of his path. He kept his backmost set of eyes closed, them being useless in the current conditions. However, the middle and front rows gave him a more than ideal view of everything going on. He could spot the souls, the auras of anything alive, changes in temperature, and the infrared lighting outlining the environment. This would be more than enough to navigate here.

Having trudged along in the realm for some time, he finally stops short in what could only be dubbed as a clearing in the dark forest.

”Hnn… Where is… he…”