As they drew nearer, a strange pressure began to settle across the vessel. The mist rolled out toward them like a curtain parting, yet the sky above remained gray and distant, its cloud cover unbroken. Moonlight dulled, flattening the world into monochrome.
Then the moment came.
The ship crossed into the mist, and everything changed.
A jolt—a feeling not unlike walking through a door and finding the air heavier on the other side. The sea's gentle rhythm remained, but the space around them shifted. The light dimmed unnaturally, as though the mist itself was absorbing it.
And then, the notifications came.
[As an Undead, you cannot suffer mind-altering or mind-compelling illusions.]
[Your Death Point has been set to: The Sorrowful Mist.]
[Feelings of Sorrow, Pain, and Agony are amplified!]
[As an Undead, you are unaffected.]
[You are in a Hostile Environment.]
[You have entered the domain of the Thorn-Wombed Queen.]
