Lucy trudged through the swamp, her boots sinking deep into the mucky mud with each step. The thick, corrupted atmosphere weighed on her, pressing in from all sides like an invisible force.
No sunlight reached this desolate place, only a thick purple cloud swirling above, its eerie brightness occasionally broken by flashes of a sinister aurora. Every instinct screamed that the aurora was far more dangerous than it appeared—something unnatural and malignant.
The air itself seemed to choke any sign of life as if the swamp had been drained of any hope or energy long ago. Despite the suffocating weight of the environment, Lucy moved cautiously, constantly aware of the three vampires following her.
Yet not a glimpse of worry was in her eyes.
'That useless scrap of metal should be around here somewhere... I have been walking for 7 days now trying to find it.'
Lucy inwardly said to herself.