Even with gusts of wind produced by my magic, it was a horrible experience to go through. My eyes started to hurt soon from the acidic fumes which were still somehow present in the space around me. I could smell them, so I knew from the beginning, but it was bearable, although very infuriating.
"Next time I'm gonna come here, I will have a plan", I promised myself.
The situation went worse the closer to the water I came. I noticed patches of land which if one was lucky, could use to jump and in this way made it further the obvious hunting ground.
I did just that, immediately regretting it. The soil was so wet, that despite dense grass it just fell apart under my feet, sliding straight into the marsh.
"You idiot", I nagged myself taking off to fly instead.
