There wasn't a shred of light soaking through the treetops. Instead, a red glow burned through the leaves, barely lighting the darkened forest floor. Lucas kissed his teeth, nearly tripping over the same gnarled roots that Mikhael has just stumbled through. "Curses!" He hissed. Ezekial looked to Mikhael again for guidance, but waited patiently, knowing that rushing the boy would lead them nowhere.

	Suddenly, the mist from earlier began to flood their surroundings, looking somewhat thinner than usual. Was this the same mist? It couldn't be, because a moment afterwards, Ezekial spoke out against it. 

	"I see it!" Ezekial whispered. Lucas nodded and looked around.

	"Is this the mist you spoke of, Mikhael?" Another flower spied upon the group from behind, dropping down like a reverse spyglass and gazing at the three knights with its bulbous human-like eyeball. The mist started to grow thicker, and within seconds, the knights were starting to feel its effect. "Wait a moment, I feel light headed," Lucas murmured, slowing to a halt behind the other two knights. Ezekial turned in confusion and grasped Lucas' shoulders. 

	"I feel fine, what's happening to you?" He asked. But Lucas could not speak. From behind him, another stream of mist shot forward, but this one was invisible to both Lucas and Ezekial. Mikhael could see it though, and it mimicked the movements of the mist that went for Henry all to accurately.