The two wandered through the mountains, delving ever deeper into the wilderness, arriving at the entrance to the Hall of Spirits by noon on the fifth day, just as Ewaqu had described.
"Here it is."
Pushing aside layers of tangled branches, a damp, slightly putrid smell greeted them as Ewaqu led Ronan to a certain place.
It was a modest-sized swamp, with gray-black mud covered with dead branches and leaves, and the corpses of wild animals, either new or decaying, drowned within.
"Three days until the full moon."
Ewaqu looked up at the sky, speaking to Ronan, "I need to make some preparations; you can rest for a while."
Ronan nodded and watched Ewaqu step into the swamp alone.
Completely disregarding the filth and stench, he allowed the filthy mud to cover him entirely. With a solemn and devout demeanor, he picked up a half-decayed bird carcass teeming with maggots from the swamp and walked back step by step to the dry shore.
