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Arthur followed the Growlithe slowly, as if they had truly found a way out in the white mist. However, as they went further, the surroundings seemed to gradually diverge from the town's scenery. The sturdy stone path had turned into a narrow muddy trail. The path was slippery and muddy, making it easy to slip. The Growlithe would occasionally stop and growl, sensing an unusual atmosphere, which made Arthur more vigilant.
As they continued, Arthur noticed that the surrounding mist seemed to thin out, replaced by a gloomy atmosphere mixed with unknown fear. Arthur tightly gripped his handgun, ready to face any potential danger. He looked at the Growlithe, which was also alert, its ears twitching as if listening to every sound around them.
Although the surrounding environment became gloomy, at least they seemed to have walked out of the suffocating white mist area. However, Arthur did not know whether they were heading towards safety or a more dangerous area. He glanced around and could only see sporadic trees faintly visible in the night, aside from the muddy path.
Growlithe suddenly quickened its pace, its nose close to the ground as if it had caught a scent. Arthur hurried to keep up with it, feeling the warning signals in his heart growing stronger. He knew that this mysterious land concealed many unknown secrets, and he was deeply entangled in them.
They went further, and the muddy path seemed to become even more difficult, requiring great effort with every step. The Growlithe suddenly stopped, its eyes showing a vigilant and fearful look as it gazed in a certain direction ahead, as if something unknown was lurking in the darkness, waiting for them.
In the night of Lavender Town, the thick white fog gradually became more mysterious and unknowable. Arthur slowly moved forward under the guidance of Growlithe, but the constant surge of unknown fear ahead made him feel a chill. The Growlithe's frantic barking echoed in the silent night, each bark reminding him that the unknown danger ahead was approaching step by step.
He tried to pat the head of the Growlithe, hoping to calm it down, but the Growlithe seemed to be completely engulfed in fear, unable to heed his comfort. Its pupils shrank, and a low growl continued to emanate from its throat, as if warning of unknown danger ahead.
Arthur tightly gripped the handgun in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He tried to steady his breathing, slowly raising the handgun and aiming at the unknown area ahead. However, the thick fog obscured his vision, making it impossible for him to see what lay ahead. With each step forward, he felt an increasingly strong sense of invisible oppression.
His throat was a little dry, but he forced himself to bravely shout, "Who's there? Come out immediately, or I'll shoot!" His voice echoed in the mist, but the only response he received was the increasingly tense barking of the Growlithe and the strange sounds that continued to come from the night wind.
Arthur's heartbeat seemed particularly clear in the silence of the mist, each beat reminding him that this mysterious little town held unpredictable dangers. He dared not be careless, continuing to aim forward while trying to calm Growlithe once again. However, Growlithe seemed to have completely lost control, continuously barking ahead as if warning of some unknown danger.
The cold gradually seeped into his clothes in the mist, and he felt every inch of his skin contracting tightly. He had to stay calm, only calmness could protect himself and the Growlithe in the face of danger. However, the unknown ahead seemed to erode his composure bit by bit, making him feel an unprecedented fear.
In the mist of Lavender Town, every shadow seemed to hide inexplicable fear. Arthur stared ahead, the alarm in his heart constantly ringing. Suddenly, a chill ran down his spine. He felt something approaching from behind and instinctively turned around. In the concealment of the mist, he saw a figure slowly approaching, but in the interplay of white mist and shadows, the figure looked more like a demon with spread wings.
Arthur's heart was pounding violently, and he felt it difficult to breathe. He stared hard, trying to make out the figure, but the mist obscured his vision. All he could see was the figure moving slowly, leaving indistinct traces in the mist with each step.
He tightly gripped the gun in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. He wasn't sure if it was friend or foe, but in this situation, he dared not be careless. He tried to stay calm, slowly backing away, hoping to maintain a certain distance. However, the figure seemed unaffected by his actions, continuing to approach slowly.
Growlithe also felt something unusual, its barking became more tense and fearful. Its eyes were full of vigilance and panic, as if it also sensed the unusual aura in that figure.
Arthur's breathing became rapid, he didn't know what to do. He stared closely at that figure, fear flooding his heart like a tide. He didn't know what it was, only that he had to protect himself and Growlithe.
In the mist, that figure seemed to sense Arthur's fear and nervousness. Its movements seemed to slow down, but its eyes made Arthur feel a kind of fear he had never experienced before. In the interweaving of white mist and shadows, its eyes seemed to reveal a kind of mystery and terror that transcended human understanding.
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