Veer felt very lucky that his hypothesis was correct. Because the mist was separated from Sikander and was essentially a different entity—albeit still a part of his soul—the Dark Metal Slate worked differently on it.
It didn't manage to lower its rank, or maybe it did. Veer wasn't sure, but he knew one thing for certain—the mist had lost its ability to directly harm them, even though it was still very powerful.
One of its major powers, its necromancy, was sealed, rendering it incapable of summoning the corpses it always hid within the mist.
"That was too lucky," Sikander shook his head. "Still, I have to give you credit for thinking of that. So, how did you figure out its second weakness?"
"It was from some of the things we observed on our way here," Veer smiled and pointed at the trees. "You see, the mist should target all living beings since it destroys all living cells. But why didn't it kill the trees?"
