The morning mist clung to the dense canopy of the Blackfen Swamp, turning the landscape into a realm of shadows and whispers. Elara and her team, now fully prepared and resolute, moved cautiously through the murky waters and tangled vegetation. The swamp was a labyrinth of dark, stagnant pools and towering, gnarled trees, their roots twisting like the fingers of a giant.
Lyra led the way, her knowledge of the swamp's geography proving invaluable as they navigated the treacherous terrain. She moved with practiced ease, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger or useful landmarks. Elara, Cedric, Elias, Morgana, and Aric followed closely, each step deliberate and measured to avoid the hidden dangers beneath the waterlogged ground.
"We should be reaching the edge of the Nexus's influence soon," Lyra called back over her shoulder, her voice cutting through the heavy silence. "We need to stay alert. The swamp's magic is unpredictable."