C500 Resentment Reversal

A cold laugh pierced through the poisonous fog. For some reason, it was grating to the ear and didn't resemble the Deathspeaker's voice in the slightest.

"Enough talk, prepare to meet your end!" The two roared in unison, thrusting their longswords forward.

Yet, bizarrely, this fog was unlike any other; it was as if it had the fortitude of steel and iron