As Callum pulls back his hand, fog begins to pour into the clearing, like water from a hole. It bubbles in the frigid air and begins to spread along the ground. As he retreats into the circle, his armor reflects the light of a clear, sunny morning, just before a wall of fog erupts into the clearing from the circle from a man-sized hole, obscuring him from view.
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