She drew a deep breath before letting it out shakily. With a spin on her heel, she swung her Odachi back, cleaving through the mist that suddenly folded in on itself.
She narrowed her eyes on the tunnel in the dark, grey fog. After it had filled itself, she twisted her body around.
The fog drew in closer, grazing her arms, which were no longer hidden under her now-rolled-up sleeves.
It felt colder... than before.
It felt Damper... than before...
It felt like some kind of hidden horror was staring down her behind the cursed fog.
It was like it was breathing down the back of her neck, keeping her muscles tense.
Her grip on the Odachi's black, leathery hilt tightened. Her muscles strained to keep it pointed up.
Her body stiffened as—
Scrape...
—A sharp, deliberate sound appeared. It was bumpy, like the needle of a record player moving over the grooves of a disc.
It was like... something made of stone was running over the uneven surface of a tree.
