The sun hung low on the horizon, casting a crimson hue over the marshlands. The air was thick with humidity, and the faint croaks of unseen creatures echoed in the distance. Selyna moved swiftly and silently through the dense vegetation, her green eyes sharp as they scanned the terrain. She had been traveling for days, following faint trails and whispered clues about Verath's alleged ally.
"This place feels alive,"
she thought, her hand brushing against the hilt of one of her daggers.
"Like it's watching me."
The ground squelched beneath her boots as she approached a narrow clearing. The trees here were twisted and gnarled, their roots clawing at the muddy soil like desperate fingers. At the center of the clearing stood a makeshift camp, its occupants shrouded in dark cloaks. Their movements were deliberate, their voices low.
