Marcus’s heart hammered as he pushed through the Fenwood Wetlands, calling out for Luna at the top of his lungs. Each tangled vine and looming tree seemed to devour his words, twisting them into haunting echoes. Yet he refused to relent, his desperation rising with each passing minute.
Locals had warned him these swamps were riddled with hidden sinkholes and prowling predators, where a single wrong step could spell doom. Now, every cautionary tale clawed at his mind, amplifying the fear in his mind. Losing Luna here was unthinkable, yet the odds loomed ominously.
Straining his ears for any sign of her familiar whimper, Marcus slogged deeper into the swamp, guided only by flickering hope. Each gnarled tree root and mud-choked path tested his resolve. With shadows closing in, he vowed that no danger would keep him from finding his beloved companion.