The dense mist from the swamp clung to their skin as Leon and Luna cautiously moved deeper into the dungeon. The path was narrow and treacherous, with hidden pits of muck and water threatening to swallow them at every step. The air grew heavier, thick with the smell of decay, and the once tranquil sounds of nature were replaced by unsettling silence, save for the occasional rustle of something unseen shifting in the murk.
Luna held her dagger at the ready, eyes scanning the shadows, while Leon kept his staff in one hand and his sword in the other, both senses alert. Every movement felt magnified in the oppressive atmosphere, and each step seemed to draw them further into the unknown.
As they approached a large, still pool of water, Luna stopped abruptly. "Do you hear that?" she whispered, eyes narrowing.
