In the Apocalypse, My Luck Is Deadly

[Furry + otherworld + apocalypse + powers + no System] Don’t call this name. Call it, and the southern line will stir. Something in the fog will answer. North of the fog wall, the mountain wardens have guarded the snow line for seventeen years. They follow three rules on patrol: Never cross the line. No one who crossed it ever came back alive in seventeen years. Never look back. The things in the fog can imitate your voice. Never answer to your name. Once your name enters the fog, the fog will follow it. For seventeen years, only abominations had emerged from the mist. Until one day, a messenger crawled out. He brought a stone that recognized its owner, and a name that had been forbidden for seventeen years: Lei. Lin Jinye of the Seventh Outpost called the name aloud. The fog answered. But no one gets a way out for free. Every time he escapes death, a beast dies in his place.