Chapter 112 The Mask Of The Skeleton Merchant

• Seraphina's POV
• The title of "Crying Swamp" is far from enough to describe the hell in front of me.
• The black mud churned under my feet, emitting a suffocating stench that could make living creatures gasp for air. Occasionally, a string of murky bubbles would rise to the surface, as if the decaying corpse of the earth was taking its final breath. Twisted dead trees reached towards the sky like ghostly claws, covered in gray-green toxic moss.