Yara trudged through the swamp, her boots sinking into the wet earth with each step. The air was thick with humidity, clinging to her skin, dampening her already sweat-soaked clothes.
Exhaustion clawed at her limbs, making every movement feel like she was wading through water. Well, she was, but that was beside the point. She huffed as she swatted insects away from her face.
The egg, nestled securely in the satchel at her side, pulsed faintly with a familiar hum, guiding her forward.
A thick patch of tangled vines blocked her path, glowing moss coating their slimy surfaces. Yara pushed through them carefully, wincing as the rough texture scraped against her exposed skin. The occasional slither of unseen creatures echoed around her, and the croaking of distant swamp-dwellers only heightened her anxiety. Each sound made her flinch, though she forced herself to stay calm, to stay alert. She had to.
