With their beasts at their sides, Xerion's flames, Salaris blended into the shadows, Rhoam's bulk grounded their steps as they ventured into the marshes.
The ground was supressed beneath their feet, a mix of mud and hidden sinkholes that threatened to swallow them whole.
Kelvin led them probing the path with his staff, while Lyra's keen eyes scanned across the terrain, and Darius guarded their rear with his soulstone gauntlet humming.
The marshes were a sensory assault. Distant wails pierced the fog, sharp and mournful, while unseen creatures were splashed in the murky water.
The mist became thickened, ceasing their footsteps and wrapping them in a suffocating embrace. Every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves set their nerves on edge, the group moved in a tense silence.
