The ground beneath them was soft and yielding, dotted with patches of vibrant moss that glowed faintly with each step. Pools of water occasionally interrupted the path, their surfaces rippling with unseen movements below. Arpious led the way carefully, her keen eyes scanning the shadows, while Elara followed close behind, her own light adding to the ethereal glow of the swamp.
As they ventured deeper, the mist began to thin, and the pulsing light of the flowers grew steadier, brighter. The air felt lighter, as though the swamp itself recognized their purpose and was guiding them forward. Finally, the mist parted like a curtain, revealing a horizon of pure, radiant light. The oppressive weight of the swamp lifted, and they found themselves standing on the edge of a transformed world.
