'...It's coming.'
Behind her, Sophie sensed a familiar magic energy, and right as she thought so, a cloud of thick fog rolled over her, quickly flowing down the tethered islands one to the next like a waterfall, even engulfing that which the masked figure was standing on.
Like he previously stated, Anders' fog was naturally something that would have its effectiveness severely dampened in a situation with no solid ground like this where they were practically stranded on a vertical cliff face of islands.
However, if the fight was turned into a vertical one, then it could still be useful in this way.
"..."
The more the fog rolled in, the denser it grew, until Sophie could no longer clearly see her own feet.
At the same time, the fog's inherent magic energy obstructed her already-lacking ability to sense through that, and before she knew it, everything grew silent.