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Raz groaned. “The map says it goes through swamplands” Lizz said tracing a path on the map she held. “And?” Raz shrugged. “Beasts live in swamplands?” Lizz squeaked. “That way has more monsters than this way” Raz said pointing with his head. “What monsters live that way?” Lacey asked. “Thousands of men belonging to Culex, worst monsters in this world” Raz continued. “As in THE Culex?” Lacey asked, Minet also seemed to be shocked.

Underneath a fallen tree, there was a stream with water streaming down it. I followed the stream and I ended up in a place wherein a body of water is constantly saturated or filled with water. The swamp, a place of life and death, retains a swath of trees in its standing waters all the way up to its multi-layered canopy. Pools form atop seasoned ground amid low-lying plants. A meadow is entranced by the saturated land. I adore its primordial nature's wildness, and I can readily appreciate the extension of its networks, which makes me wonder how far they spread.

"Alright, you lead the way. Which way do we go?" "This way" I point towards the trees where the forest starts to grow closer and looks darker. I walk in front of them through the bushes and push away the branches as we make our way to the swamp. We all have our ears on sharp so that we can hear if anyone is following us. We make our way through the deep forest and reach the swamp. We are lucky to have our night vision in our human form. Without we would have not been able to find our way through the forest. The moon is nowhere to be found to help see us where we are going. It's pitch black. The swamp exists of dead trees and mud pools so deep if you step into one there is no coming back. The

And, as Wolf Tail’s group had mentioned, the group had made their way to the swamp. It was nearly past dusk, and the sky had darkened. Tyr might have a better line of sight of the cliff, but the jungle had become a dark place. The swamp was like a minefield. It was a site where nothing connected but scattered in various places. In addition to the fact that the swamp and the flatlands do not look much different from their line of sight when a large group of troops walked into the area, it was as if they were trying to hunt for mines.

The park. The entrance to the park was cordoned off by a rope and small wooden sign that said ‘No Water’. The rope hung swinging . Broot’s eyes entered the cluster of deru and knew that it was a ridiculous thought. There was no way Dilip would run in here. There was a grove ahead for the ravagers but there was no way out except the swamp, which meant certain death for a human. It was a methane swamp.

We reached the other side of the forest and stopped at the bank of the forbidden lake, of which I wasn’t sure if it was a lake or… a swamp. “It doesn’t look like a lake at all.” I scanned the whole place with my werewolf eyes and saw through the darkness that the middle of the black, muddy lake was absolutely bubbling. There was something in it that was breathing underneath the water and mud. Whatever it was, I never wanted to know. [Where do we start searching?] Alec asked. He was the biggest of the three. I felt his power thrumming all over him like an electric wave.

he snapped, yanking his foot free with a disgusting slurp. A distant croaking echoed through the swamp, deep and guttural. It wasn’t a normal frog—no, this sound carried something wrong in its timbre, something ancient and watching. A shiver ran down my spine. “I don’t like this,” I admitted, gripping the hilt of my dagger tighter. The mist was shifting, curling in unnatural ways, as if something was moving just beyond our sight. “Let’s all be alert.” Lyn exhaled sharply. “We don’t have to like it. We just need to find the algae and get the hell out of here.”

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“Sure sure. I’ll believe it when I see it.” Claire chuckled as she took a swig of her drink. Max followed suit almost immediately after. The drink itself was a simple local-made fermented grain drink. It was pretty much this settlement’s specialty. They called it Swampwater, and was derived from one of the many grasses that grew on the fen. The brewers even used the exact same water that the plants grew on, which made it doubly true to its name. The drink itself was bitter and earthy, with strong grassy notes to bind it all together. It wasn’t unpleasant, but wasn’t the most amazing drink ever.

Bubbles squinted and giggled. Then, Alex found himself sinking deeper and deeper. It seemed like there was no bottom to this swamp. *** On the land above, once the people saw Alex jumping into the swamp with his daughter and disappearing underneath, they hesitated for a moment, unsure if they should chase after him. It was rumored that the water in the swamp was very poisonous, after all. There was once a huge battle with the Undead Clan that took place here, and it was unknown how many creatures and souls had been buried here.