The swamp does not want the Mathair to leave. This, Mildew will feel distinctly as all manner of insects begin to buzz their disapproval. The swamp hums its ire which manifests in bubbles of noxious gases burping out of the swamp water. The trees seem to groan and twist, threatening to blot out the sun and cage in the goddess who has resided with them for several seasons now.
A thick fog begins to roll in, insidious and smothering. It hugs the ground and rises up the trunks of the trees, obscuring the details of what might be lurking within.
Your randomly chosen order is:Mildew, Ronin, Remi, Deimos
A thick fog begins to roll in, insidious and smothering. It hugs the ground and rises up the trunks of the trees, obscuring the details of what might be lurking within.
Your randomly chosen order is:
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