One moment they were elsewhere, the next they stood knee-deep in murky swamp water. A thin mist coiled across the surface, and the air was heavy with decay, choked by a ring of thick, gnarled trees.
Leo’s whisper cut through the silence. “Chloe, begin the fog spell. Everyone else, crouch down in the water near that stand of trees.”
The water, brackish and foul, rose to their necks as they obeyed. No one was happy about it, but they sank into
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