By midday, Justin realized he had been correct about the fog. It wasn't fog. They were walking among the clouds.

He wiped his brow. It was not sweat that beaded on his forehead but misty vapor. The moisture of the cloudy forest clung to his face, hair, and clothes.

The fact that their party had almost doubled in size so quickly-so soon after nearing killing one another-had everyone on edge. The soldiers walked alongside the steeds. They lugged heavy gear and had large metal ...