On the other side, the Sunken Path continued, a narrow stone causeway leading deeper into the gloom of the Whispering Mire.
They had passed the test of the bridge. They had faced an enemy that attacked their wills, and their combined purpose had proven stronger.
The journey that followed was different. The chaotic, overwhelming whispers of the mire had lessened.
The psychic pressure was still there, a constant, low hum in the back of their minds, but the direct, targeted assaults on their fears and memories had stopped.
The Weaver of Nightmares, the psychic entity that ruled this swamp, had learned a painful lesson. It knew it could not break their minds.
So it decided to break their bodies instead.
The environment of the mire began to change. The path was no longer just a simple stone causeway. It became a treacherous, crumbling ruin.
