Deremiah turned to them.
The situation in this Trial was very similar to others. They needed teamwork, strategy but more important was time management.
As usual, the trope of the goal and the test continued.
"Listen," he said, glancing at the both of them. "I know how we can survive this Trial, but you both have to follow me and forget about asking questions. Just do as I say."
Cestrel quickly nodded, her agreement immediate. Deremiah's gaze shifted to Elora.
Like he expected, she hesitated for just a moment, her eyes lingering on his before giving a curt nod as well.
Satisfied, he turned forward, his eyes locked on the swirling mist ahead.
He pointed at the fog.
"Though it looks like just any ordinary one, that fog is filled with an energy corruption gas," he explained.
"It's going to continuously corrupt our cores until we're too weak to fight. Once that happens, the beasts will have no trouble killing us."