Ed is not from this world. Last he remembered, he had been on a quest to save someone's life, a debt he must repay. But he was deceived. stuck in a lace called the mist, a bridge between worlds, time and space its self, a place gods would not go, he must not only find his way home, he must find out who he is, that the entire universe aims to kill him. With past lives to uncover and companions that should not walk any world. Will he loose himself to the mist or become what he has forgotten? both roads lead to doom, but whose?

I have started reposting on the other free To Walk The Mist. For those who are confused, there are two versions of this book on this platform. This happened during the signing. The other one does not have locked chapters and I have started posting there because I am considering the future chapters of this book going free as a perk, since this author has been on hiatus too long and most of you have left. Thus, this is an olive branch to return. Right now, the other To Walk The Mist has not caught up with this one in chapters, but go ahead and add it to your library and vote on it to get it up the charts.

To walk the mist

Ed and the rest felt the eyes of the fighters pierce through them, as though trying to find who the rankless one was. 


"Observator? What kind of card is this?" the curator raised a brow at Nti Anem. 


"Slot it in and find out." Nti Anem answered and the curator did as said. 


"Let the tower decide." Nti Anem answered. 


When he did, Nti Anem's name remained blank on the board, not paired with any other. 


"Have you fought before? I have never seen this kind of situation." the curator frowned. 


"There are no fights for me to fight means just that. Move on." Nti Anem said and the curator paused. But he was right. The tower had decided. 


"Observator. Does this mean you are only going to just watch the games till the top level?" Ku Jian asked and Nti Anem nodded. 


"Impossible! Don't make up stuff!" before the curator could rebuke Nti Anem, one of the fighters had opened his mouth. 


Clearing The Table (2)