A full day
We ran for a full day.
And by 'ran,' I mean we stumbled through that hellish jungle while being chased by a creature of mist that refused to die, dissipate, or even take a break like any civilized monster.
The forest blurred into an endless smear of greens and grays.
Our boots tore through mud and roots, our breaths were reduced to exhausted gasps, and our lungs burned with the fury of the damned.
By now, we had managed to outrun the avalanche of white mist several times. But every few hours, it would rise and swallow us whole once again.
Once trapped inside its fog, the monster would materialize around us randomly and attack us repeatedly until we somehow managed to escape again.
Then, the process would repeat.
We'd run, the monster would give chase and catch up to us as soon as we slowed down even a little, it would attack, we'd defend, we'd escape, and repeat.
Everyone was beyond tired at this point.
