Second Floor: The Gaurdian of Autumn Toads (2)
Strange, melodic croaks and chirps echoed through the marsh, the sounds of the toads that gave this floor its name. The creatures were well-hidden, their voices blending seamlessly with the natural symphony of the marshland. Occasionally, a splash could be heard in the distance, followed by a rustling of leaves, as something unseen moved through the water.
As they pressed on, Cyrus noticed that the marshland seemed to breathe with a life of its own. The trees creaked and groaned in the slight breeze, their branches swaying as if reaching out toward the travelers. The ground itself seemed to pulse with an almost rhythmic energy, as though the marsh was a living, breathing entity, aware of its presence.