Chapter 72 Whispering Marshes

The landscape shifted as the group ventured deeper into the Whispering Marshes. The air was thick with humidity, and the ground squelched beneath their boots. Mist swirled around them, carrying faint, eerie whispers that seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere all at once. Eryndor held his staff high, its light barely piercing the dense fog. “Be wary. The marsh has a way of twisting your senses. It will try to separate us.”