The Poison Vipers kept emerging from the mist, their vine-like bodies moving with unsettling fluidity. William's sword flashed as he cut down another one that got too close. The fire essence on the blade cauterized the wound, preventing it from regenerating.
"There are too many!" Elena called out from somewhere in the fog. Her voice sounded farther away than it should have been.
"Stay together!" Liam shouted back. "Don't let the mist separate us!"
Easier said than done. The fog seemed to have a mind of its own, thickening between group members and creating pockets of isolation. William could barely see Marcus fighting a few feet to his left, and everyone else had become vague shapes in the murk.
A Viper struck at his leg and William jumped back, his counter slash missing as the creature retreated into the mist. These things were smart, they were using the environment to their advantage and only attacking when they had clear openings.
