The ground in the Silent Marsh was sticky and muddy… the air was bleak and dark, and mist covered most of it…
The moss glowed in some parts, and the air was humid—so much so it irritated the nose. Perhaps that was why Leona found this silent place almost as intolerable as the Whispering Forest…
Her nose felt irritated…she felt the mist irritate her nostrils with every breath she took.
She pressed her hand to it. She made no noise. Honestly, none of them did.
In the Silent Marsh, noise could mean death… luckily, they had taken a potion from the Beldam's Nest that allowed telepathy—temporarily.
Leona felt lighter knowing she could still communicate with the others in this soundless world.
Moving through the marsh wasn't easy, so she shifted her armor into its first form—turning it into a lighter fit, more fabric than plate, covering only her vitals.
Even with telepathy, they remained silent in the marsh…
