The magnificent fog that seemed to connect the sky and the sea appeared once again in Duncan's sight—but different from the last time, this time he arrived at the border under nightfall.
The dark, chaotic sky pressed heavily above, while the pale, cold Creation of the World lit up the cloud layers at the veil's edge. The entire wall of fog, under the night sky, resembled a continuously pulsating black barrier—distant, towering, details unclear, yet with each inadvertent glance, its undulating surface revealed various eerie shapes. It cast a shadow of terror in the heart of everyone who witnessed it, stirring up many associations directly linked to fear.
And the top of the fog wall, illuminated by the Creation of the World, seemed instead like countless eyes high in the sky, coldly and maliciously overlooking the world, watching those overconfident mortals who attempted to challenge the world's end.
The fleets of mortals gathered at the foot of the veil.
