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Depth 14, Illusion Mud Pit.
Fifteen minutes until the Thunderclap White Plains explosion, thirty minutes until the Depth Storm arrives.
In the stench, the endless swamp stretches to the horizon, everything is shrouded in a bleak white mist, and in the deepest part of the fog, a gray gloom occasionally reveals slow-moving giant shadows.
Yet you hear no sound.
Only the thick sound of the mud stirring beneath the platform underfoot.
Above the bottomless mire, a dozen wooden planks are haphazardly joined into a crude platform, akin to a raft, slowly drifting through the muddy waters of the swamp's undercurrent.
Direction unknown.
Beside the gray tent, a fire burns in an iron barrel, roasting slices of colorful mushrooms. As the grease is released, the mushroom slices open small mouths, producing a sharp noise akin to squashed rats on the grill.
