"I hate you," she whispered as the mists continued their grisly work.

The storm broke, though the mists continued to swirl.

The rain had stopped completely, but the mist continued to rise from the forest floor.

They walked for a long time, moving through a world becoming gradually more familiar as the mist continued to lift.

The mist continued to swirl around them, however, and the silence of the dead city was oppressive.

The mist continued to pile onto the sea.

Even as she lay there, Danica knew that the red mist continued its assault on her mind.

The wind had died and nothing moved in the pre-dawn darkness, yet the mist continued to condense.

The fine mist continued, no more stray drops hitting him.

The three of us continued walking, and the mist continued misting.