C23 The Salt in the Wound (Continued)

Branches closed overhead as they moved deeper into the Marsh’s outer forest, the world dimming to a green shadow. Mud sucked at their boots. Fireflies drifted like tiny lanterns leading them forward, though Reed suspected they were more curious than helpful.

Davu finally spoke, voice low. “So… what’s our plan? Please tell me it’s not ‘walk into terrifying woods and hope destiny gives us a hug