The Fog is Going

[Kiha]

 
The humidity of the Shadowlands lessens, the stench of stagnant water fading. The mists that once clouded the sky's light in day and night receding back into the tides that licked the distant shores. Where guttural whispers and pulsating red corruption once crept along land, it withers and cracks, and the chirping of corrupted wildlife returns.
 
The Mists of Kerdanhel have vanished from the Shadowlands nearest Aphros' border.