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Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

A black stain appeared in the middle of the swamp and spread slowly, the boars, at first indifferent, stirred when the stain came into contact with them and soon it covered the whole swamp. "Gamma Body" About fifty spikes came out of the ground and impaled several boars, 2 of them by the head and the others in the side, The creatures went wild and those who had escaped the attack ran in all directions. [Boar killed: 2/10] "... Oh? the head is their weakness." I appeared in the middle of the swamp, stepping out of the shadows, and released a wave of energy. The boars stopped running and turned towards me.

I considered the ceiling but waved off the idea then I sat down in resignation and chewed on my lower lip nervously. “I really hope Sarah’s okay, I have to get to her before the scary witch does.” I mumbled and everything in the room started to float, it suddenly felt like I was falling but not reaching the ground, like everything around me was afloat except me. I struggled to keep afloat but it wasn’t working so I gave in to the feeling of falling and waiting for when I’ll finally reach the ground. My eyelids became heavy and my vision blurry, the next thing I know, I was engulfed by thick darkness.

The water heater in the motel was not working, so I had to do it manually. I took off my night clothes and stepped into the tub. I layed down and closed my eyes for a bit and I think I must have dozed off. I was taking a stroll I a rain forest, Zack was escorting me. “How far are we going? “ he asked. “No so far. We are almost there “ I said, dragging him forward by his arm. “You know, you can easily get mushrooms by the swamp near the town hall. “ he said, matter of factly.

Despite the shield protecting him from the muck, the odor was overwhelming, and Adrian had to endure it while sifting through the swamp. After searching through the top ten meters of the swamp, Adrian started searching the marsh’s deeper depths. The space below was vast, and he had yet to find any sign of Soulnascent Fruits. He continued to dig deeper, like a mudfish navigating through the muck. Apart from the nauseating smell of decay, he discovered something intriguing.

She tried to straighten her legs, expecting to touch the muddy soil but her feet didn’t touch anything. She was about to panic when she realized that the pack of wolves that were running behind her was all standing on the bank. They were growling and howling in frustration and anger. “They can’t get in the water?” She asked herself as she let herself float. In the past, this murky water of the swamp was something that brought her terror but not it becomes her salvation. “Who are you? Why are you running after me?” She yelled to them as she grabbed an old twig to stop herself from being dragged by the current. Another surprising thing about. She had no idea that a swamp has a strong current l

Thea nodded. Then, she jumped into the swamp. Immediately, she could feel a biting coldness all over her body. She felt like she was in an ice-cold abyss and could not help shivering from the chilling water. At that moment, the blood in her body began to gush rapidly through her veins. Her blood exuded a potent energy, swarming through her body, resisting the Cold Energy that had entered her body. Thea kept swimming deeper into the swamp. The deeper she went, the lower the temperature of the water. Moreover, she had to withstand the immense water pressure.

The place reeked of everything that was wrong and unnatural. We reached the swamp at dusk. The ground turned wet beneath their steps, the trees leaning over still water that mirrored the darkening sky. The air grew unnaturally still. Even the breeze died. The surface of the swamp was glass, reflecting the rising stars and the cold, blue light of the moon. I crouched low, ears twitching. Something was wrong. A crack split the silence. Branches broke overhead. Manolya jerked her head to the side with her eyes wide. She was already too close to the edge.

We completed walking across the flat verdure terrain and was now treading across a deep brown brackish swamp area surrounded by bald cypress and willow trees. My feet are soaked up to my knees. Papyrus and cattail bushes as tall as our heads slapped against our skin as we pleated our path across the waterlogged ground. Even though I'm a warrior, I could have done without the stinky rotten egg stench that stuck up my nose from the swamp. The rogues around me briskly go through it as though they were used to it. Approximately three miles of the journey, the swamp waters got deeper. I mumbled curses that caused the rogues beside me to snicker. Only my mate kept me on good behavior. Otherwise, I

What have I gotten myself into? A light wind blew in my direction, bringing with it the putrid scent of the rogues. It was a swampy, marshy scent that wasn’t appealing in the least. But mixed with the scent of the rogues, was a far fainter scent that I had to sniff harder to catch. And it was a very familiar scent. Clay!