The forest wasn't supposed to feel like this.
It 's too cold for the air. It 's total and completely unnatural silence. The noise of their own footsteps was explosively loud in such a silence.
He couldn't tell how long they'd been running the wagging branches of trees knocked at his face, the leaves brushing his skin and the ragged breaths of three men were the only evidence they were still living.
It was supposed to be easy. Get in, get your target, and get out. Everything was just changing so fast.
And then... the fog came.
Not an ordinary fog. It shines and moved like it had some kind of mind of its own.
"Do you guys see that?" one of them whispered.
No reply.
When he turned around,
The other two were gone.
So the forest was still a forest... It just wasn't the same. The sky was different. The air was like it had been clouded with something... foreign.
He wasn't just a soldier, though. But for the first time in his life he didn't know what to do.
This world… wasn't his.
And this was only the beginning.