The landscape shifted to a marshy swamp, dense with fog and crawling with life. The sound of croaking frogs and rustling reeds was accompanied by an ever-present dampness that seemed to cling to everything. The fog was disorienting, turning even familiar shadows into potential threats.
As we navigated the narrow paths, gathering rare herbs along the way, Frost's ears perked up. He sniffed the air, letting out a low growl before darting ahead of us. I followed cautiously, trusting his instincts. Soon, we found ourselves facing a cluster of venomous creatures—dark-scaled swamp serpents slithering between the rocks, their tongues flicking in our direction.
One of the snakes lunged, and in an instant, its fangs grazed my arm. Pain flared as venom seeped in, a burning sensation spreading from the wound. My vision swam, and I could feel my heart pounding, faster than it should.
But then, like a switch flipping, my regeneration ability activated. The pain lessened as the wound began to heal, the venom's effects ebbing away. Bran and Sera fought off the remaining serpents, while Frost distracted them with snaps and growls.
Once the threat was cleared, I knelt, touching the faint scar on my arm. My regeneration ability had just saved my life. The realization of this new power left me both humbled and grateful. With Frost's guidance, we quickly left the swamp, the close call reminding us of the dangers that still lay between us and the kingdom.