No one was in the mood to talk, so the path was followed by that same disturbing silence, only broken by the ocasional whispers from hell no one but Max seemed to be listening to.

After what felt like hours of walking, they stoped a little to rest.

God, that Bridge was HUGE.

Max tried to see beyond the fog, but it was too thick to see a step ahead. In a bizarre contrast, he could see the margins behind him almost perfectly.

It didn’t look like they walked this far.

Not very promising, to say the least.

Was the Bridge this long? Was it the fog? Or maybe a magic trick?

“Urgh! How long have we been walking? It seems like we haven’t moved a bit at all!!”

“The magic here is powerful, Max. The Fog is unnatural. An artifice made by Thelesis to confuse unwanted visitors, to desencourage pretentious adventurers and to banish any soul with malign intents.”

“But it also serves as a test. For those who search the Truth with avidity purity in their hearts.”

“As we aproach Thelesis, it’s magic force shall get more powerful, and so will it’s illusionisms and abstracta. Only those worthy of heart shall prevail.”

“Are we those?”

“Time shall unveil the answer.”

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