Chapter 838 Murder Looms

• When Jaziel crossed the invisible threshold into Spirit Valley, a chill stole across his skin, as though the land itself had exhaled.
• Before him, swirling curtains of ghostly fog coiled so thick he could scarcely see beyond arm's reach, the murk swallowing color and edge alike until the world shrank to a dim, ten-meter bubble.
• Even his heightened senses—trained in battlefield and monastery alike—found their range stunted, every sound muffled, every pulse of energy blurred inside the clammy haze.