A subtle vibration rippled through the earth beneath them.
Then it came.
A thick, nauseating stench of rot and decay swiftly permeated the air, seeping into their lungs with every breath.
The odor was overpowering, a tangible weight that pressed down on their sense of smell.
As they stood, their boots, already sinking into the murky, sodden ground, suddenly felt something coil around them,a mist-like substance, almost alive, curling its way up their legs.
The small trees and plants around them trembled, their fragile forms distorting unnaturally, twisting and bending in grotesque, unnatural angles as though they were being pulled by some unseen force.
Above them, the sky shifted, warping into a mottled, sickly green that bathed the land in a ghastly pallor.
The atmosphere itself seemed to pulse with an unnatural malice.
Poison hung heavily in the air, an almost palpable force that gnawed at their skin and clawed at their lungs with a relentless, suffocating grip.
