The swamp was noxious. Green liquid swarming the land, the smell of death decay and waste. It made your eyes water. But you kept pushing. Even if you had no clue where you were. You pushed through

"Kehehehe! Looks like another lost soul in my swamp! Look at them. Wandering around like their royal shit." A voice mocked through the air. Loud. Cruel. confident, assertive, and arrogant tone.