Chapter 73 Heart Of The Swamp

The Heart of the Swamp was a place of pure darkness. The air grew colder as the group ventured deeper, the oppressive mist thickening until it felt like it was pressing against their skin. The ground beneath them turned to sludge, pulling at their boots with every step. Eryndor’s staff glowed faintly, but even its light seemed muted, as though the swamp itself was swallowing it whole. “We’re close,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “But the swamp’s power is strongest here. Stay vigilant.”