Mikhael spiraled his body around cautiously at the fluttering gray matter quickly surrounding them, resting his spear forward, ready to lunge at anything that seemed even remotely threatening. This mist felt different though. His face crunched in confusion when Lucas and Ezekiel declared they had spotted it too. "This is not right..." he said, stepping closer to the two as soon as Lucas started to falter suddenly. This was definitely the work of another strange magic. Lucas had the endurance of a seasoned ox, so it was unlikely he would be this tired from this trekking. It had been an incredibly annoying effort, but the activity had been a relatively short one. He gazed at the man with a worry, moving to help defend Ezekiel as he carried the heavy body. He would help carry Lucas too, but that meant sacrificing his only armed hand. There was no way he could notice the strange flower spying on them, too occupied with trying to find the source of the mist to notice such a minor detail. 

Seeing a snake-like apparition of smoke forming from behind the large man, "There is the real one!" Mikhael shouted, thrusting the spear at it immediately.  

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