The journey through the Blackfen Swamp had taken its toll on the team. They were weary, their clothes and equipment caked with mud and grime from the relentless trek through the swamp. Yet, despite the fatigue, their resolve remained unshaken as they continued their search for the remaining sources of dark energy.
The oppressive mist that hung over the swamp seemed to press in on them, its thick shrouds making navigation increasingly difficult. The faint, eerie whispers carried on the wind only added to the sense of unease that gnawed at their nerves.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the swamp, Elara and her team reached a clearing. At its center stood a weathered stone archway, half-buried in the muck. Strange symbols were etched into the stones, their glow dim but persistent.
"This looks like another ancient structure," Morgana observed, her eyes scanning the runes. "It might be another point of dark energy."