The dead of night didn't whisper—it screamed.
Iris's eyes shot open. She flung her blanket off like it was fire, grabbing the book at her side.
"Page Magic! SPECIAL CHAPTERS!!"
The book's cover didn't just glow—it erupted, blazing from calm blue to violent crimson.
"Iris—what the hell are you doing?!" I shouted, scrambling upright.
No answer. Her hand lit up with blinding magic.
"EXPLOSIVE TRAP, 100CM RADIUS!!"
A seal blazed under the tent, pulsing outward like a magic nuke counting down.
The world... changed.
The air went heavy.
Fog rolled in like a curse. Thick. Unnatural. Like it wasn't fog—it was a presence.
"Jayden... I marked our tent with a locator spell... and now it's gone."
Wood cracked outside. Debris rained down.
Iris turned to me, face pale. "Don't step beyond the circle, no matter what! Anything new that enters it? BOOM."
"Wait, WHAT?! We're basically in a death bubble?!"
"Inside's safe! Only NEW things entering set it off!"
"So... everything outside wants to kill us, and if I chase anything, I explode?!"
"I panicked, okay?!"
My lungs tightened. Every breath felt like I was inhaling wet cement.
NOTICE: DEBUFF – UNKNOWN EFFECT IN PLAY
"NOPE. I'M NOT COOL WITH THAT." My hands trembled.
"Here!" Iris tossed me a paper sheath. "Wear it! It's enchanted. Lets you cross the radius without kaboom."
Wrapped it around my waist like a talisman.
"Good luck," she whispered.
I stepped outside—and the world disappeared.
Sssssssssss...
My knees hit dirt.
Breath—choked.
Vision—blurring.
"Iris!"
She was still inside, coughing violently. She clutched her chest, barely moving.
"This boss... isn't like the others... Please, Jayden... don't... die..."
Her voice vanished.
Then I saw it—red.
Eyes in the mist. Silent. Watching.
A blink—and they were gone.
SHHWSSHH!!
A slash of fangs through fog—mere inches from my neck.
NOTICE: DEBUFF – STAMINA RECOVERY -20%
"DAMN YOU!"
I stumbled backward, ready to charge—but Iris was barely conscious. I couldn't leave her unprotected.
Then—
Above.
A flash.
It dropped.
SSSCCCCHHHRRRRAAAK!
The fog-serpent tore from the sky and vanished mid-strike.
"It's not using stealth... it is the fog."
Hissing.
Building.
Exploding in my brain.
My sword slipped. I gasped for air.
"WHY CAN'T I THINK?!"
A glimmer—my fallen blade reflected red.
Instinct.
I rolled hard left—CRASH!!
Its fangs SLAMMED where I'd just been.
The ground exploded. Dust flew like shrapnel.
"There you are..."
I kicked its face—BOOM!
-1.5% HP.
Nothing.
Barely scratched it.
It vanished.
I grabbed my blade. Slid it into the paper sheath.
FLASH!! Light burst from the sheath like a stun grenade.
The serpent reeled, crashing into trees.
"That light... it protects me?"
No time to think. I charged.
But the serpent? Gone.
The fog grew thicker—like it wanted to erase the world.
CRACK!!
The serpent dove from underground.
"DAMMIT!"
I couldn't dodge.
CLINT-STONE!
I smashed my blade's flat side. Another light blast.
Rolled just in time. Hissing behind me.
I jumped.
Kicked off a tree.
THWUMP!!
I flew like a rocket—blade-first.
SLASH!! Fog-flesh split like smoke and water.
Went for the finish—WHAM!!
Its TAIL hammered me.
-20% HP LOST!
I flew.
Crashing through branches, spinning like a broken puppet.
I stabbed the sheath into the dirt to slow my roll—CRACK!! Still hit a tree.
"S-Sword... where?!"
Red glint.
There!
At my foot.
The serpent came back—FULL SPEED.
Its body—a massive horror slithering like a train through the fog.
I leapt.
Tree trunk boosted me skyward.
The serpent's full length appeared below—then vanished again.
When I landed—
RED GLOWS.
Every direction.
Circling.
The fog and dust swirled—like a ritual.
"It's now... or NEVER!"
I kicked my sword—upward.
Mid-air, I flipped and kicked it again.
SHHHNNK!!!
My blade drove into the serpent's skull.
-10% HP!
It recoiled. Screamed.
Disintegrated into fog.
I hit the ground, coughing like crazy.
Ten seconds passed.
Nothing.
"...Is it gone?"
TO BE CONTINUED...