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The tablet broadcast pings to everyone, showing... nothing.
Or rather, showing a blank, flat grayness, like mist, except with nothing on the other side to see.
"This is Jason Blood," says Blood's voice, flat and neutral as it usually is. "Has anyone yet attempted passage through this... fog?"
He moves the tablet as he speaks, and comes into the camera's feed himself. He's standing at the edge of it, on the bridge that crosses the river between this district and the rest of the city, a few feet from the mist. He's dressed for the winter cold, and his breath steams slightly as he surveys the wall of blankness before him.
Or rather, showing a blank, flat grayness, like mist, except with nothing on the other side to see.
"This is Jason Blood," says Blood's voice, flat and neutral as it usually is. "Has anyone yet attempted passage through this... fog?"
He moves the tablet as he speaks, and comes into the camera's feed himself. He's standing at the edge of it, on the bridge that crosses the river between this district and the rest of the city, a few feet from the mist. He's dressed for the winter cold, and his breath steams slightly as he surveys the wall of blankness before him.