A few of the shadowy figures nearest to them suddenly accelerated in the mist, frantically reaching out their arms to pounce on them.
Duke felt one of the fingers brush against the corner of his robe, and that piece of clothing instantly became stiff and brittle in the deathly air, like old fabric left out for years.
The next second, silver-blue light completely engulfed the two of them.
In the last moment, he only saw densely packed shadowy figures surging from all directions in the gray mist, as if attempting to swallow the last bit of vitality in this labyrinth, and then everything vanished with a thunderous silence.
...
Stepping out of the teleportation light, Duke and Vera simultaneously tensed their bodies.
Duke's right hand was already slightly raised, surrounded by swirling yellow sand.
