บท 167: No Mercy!

The once-stable terrain morphed into a viscous morass, trapping her in its clutches. The ground quivered and squelched beneath her struggling form, refusing to relinquish its hold. Each frantic attempt to extricate herself only seemed to deepen her entrapment.

Eve's heart pounded in her chest as she desperately sought a way to escape the clutches of this treacherous predicament. The mire seemed to have a voracious appetite, hungrily devouring her with each passing moment. She could feel its suffocating embrace inching closer, threatening to engulf her entirely.

Summoning her reserves of magical power, Eve attempted to use her abilities to levitate above the mire. However, to her dismay, her magic proved ineffective against the all-consuming grip of the sinking sludge. It seemed as though even her formidable powers were futile in the face of this strange and potent enchantment.