Adam grins as Artimes pokes her head inside. "Hey, do you want me to hold the bag? I'm kinda useless like this," he says with a laugh.
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Max maintains her thoroughly unimpressed look, then turns to leave the room. As she does so, she notices a thick, sickly green mist slowly filling the house. She startles backwards as the mist twists around her ankle. It crawls up her leg and she gags, stumbling backwards, the damp warmth coating her throat with a smell of death and decay.
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Within the shadows, Devon feels a foreign warmth. He looks down, and a sickly green mist is quickly pooling into the shadows. It creeps up and around him, filling his vision with green and coating his tongue with rot and decay.