She stopped as the mist parted and she saw who had arrived.

The mists of madness parted, and she seemed to return to reality.

The fighter found that the mist soon parted and he could breathe in fresh, clean air again.

Once the mists parted and I saw them for an instant.

After a while the breeze came up again, and the mists parted for a moment.

The thing screamed, and it seemed that the mists parted with its cry.

Here and now, with those mists parted, there was so much more.

She turned about again, and there, incredibly, the mist parted revealing the edge of a lake.

The mists parted and the ground came hurtling up toward them.

The mist parted for a moment, opening a window onto the wasteland below.