C99 The mists are real the mists are fake

It was already night. In the sky, the crescent moon was slowly covered by the moonlight.

The low roars of wild beasts came from the surroundings. These roars seemed to be the low whispers of ghosts, as if they were calling for something in a low voice.

The surrounding fog was becoming increasingly hazy, and in the distance, there seemed to be flashes of light.

When I first started