The Jeju Swamps stretched before Moon's eyes as nothing but a filthy forest, infested with all sorts of grime.
The forest was a maze of dark trees whose roots disappeared into murky, stagnant water that reflected nothing from how dark it was.
Old cypresses and dead oaks rose from the fetid pools, their branches draped with hanging moss that swayed in the humid air like ghostly curtains. The canopy above was abundant and thick, creating a perpetual twilight that made everything appear sickly, adding to the odd atmosphere.
Before stepping foot into the Swamp, Moon could already smell an overwhelming, nauseating mixture of rotting plants, murky water, and decomposing matter that had been festering for who knew how long.
Sulfurous gases bubbled up from the deeper pools, adding the stench of rotten eggs to the already toxic atmosphere.
