Flying wasn't a good option in this place, you couldn't count on the air you breathe or the gravity that surrounds you, space itself condenses and expands as it pleases, we could even change our direction without realizing it.
We were already used to this by now, but even so the situation was much worse now, every step we took was like walking on a path of traps, whether it was the Tree of End, we experienced more environmental accidents in a single day than we experienced during the entire time we were here.
It was all crazy, even walking on the ground we had problems, this swamp didn't just have water, it had a lot of liquid, yes, but few areas of water.
There were patches of magma more frequently, there were also rivers of electrified sand and fog full of acid, even the patches of land could just be thin layers that hid holes or even be part of the bodies of large creatures, all this without counting the trees attacking us during the journey.
