Everything had happened so quickly. The mist overtook the entire warehouse and cries of pain could be heard under the fog. Themas instincts told her to run for the nearest exit while she could, so that’s exactly what she did. As she ran, the humidity of the steam emitting from the two elementals had Themas powers overreacting. Every step resulted in a spurt of foliage. They wiggled and clawed for life, latching onto anything near. Anyone who witnessed the warehouse must have thought it was a madhouse. Luckily, Thema made it out in one piece without a scratch. As she grouped with the others, she noticed something was amiss. “Wheres Gilfred?”