and kneeled down, digging his hands into the soft bog. All the dirt was pouring over the sides, landing wherever there was space, and making mountains of the muddy substance. Soon, Axel’s hands hit a hard surface, grazing the rigged texture of what he hoped to be the item he desired.
With all his strength, he pulled the horn out of its marshy tomb. The horn emitted an ominous glow, reminiscent of the one that lit up the map. It seemed to radiate the energy of hope, even if it was covered by a dense layer of overgrown grass. And whilst he was gaping at the object in his grasp, something loomed above him, basking him in their shadow.