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With boundaries next to the Cold Moor of the north, the Dead Marsh surrounded much of Southmarch and makes up most of the Therias wilderness. The Dead Marsh gained it's named back when Southmarch was bustling with life, many of it's victims would break down in exhaustion in the horrid quagmires, others in the thorny foliage. Irritating critters can often be found here, crawling around with their bulbous bodies and sharp teeth, taking a taste of your ankles or attacking your face if you tread too far from the barely visible paths. When it's not pouring with rain, the Dead Marsh could be tranquil, for a Necromancer.

Micha'el looked around at the landscape, it was exactly as described on the mission board. Perhaps we shouldn't have taken this... he thought to himself, as a weird, twisting sensation took hold of his stomach. It must be the smell he then told himself mentally, taking note of how muggy the air smelled in his nostrils, making his hairs stand up on end. He glanced over at the twins first, Kaito and Kotaro were standing quite plainly. Kaito had his arms down and Kotaro had his arms crossed, and yet both looked equally as bored as the other. Lottie audibly exhaled, as if blowing through her lips to exaggerate. "You two could at least try to be optimistic, but you fit right in, like the wet dogs you are" Lottie said, not even looking at them as she passed Tsuna, passing her a subtle high-five. Micha'el could've coughed, when did Lottie get so sassy? The twins gasped and gritted their teeth, "we're all getting damp here!" Kaito rebuked, "you're the one that stinks of dog!" Kotaro hissed.
"How did you know I was talking about how bad you smell?" she then added, continuing to walk forward into the plains. Kotaro's eyes widened with anger, but Kaito held up his arm to stop his brother, "she's toying, don't take the bait." Micha'el almost laughed, there was definitely an accidental dog joke in there.

After a few minutes Tsuna told them about their mission. A Sunrise Orchid, which only blooms once a year in dawn. Micha'el was interested in it too, for its restorative capabilities and uses in medicine. "Perhaps we can walk all the way to Notchwood if we continue in this direction" Kotaro began, striding eastwards, and his brother replied with "we could find the flower and not tell them, we'd survive the trek." Micha'el rolled his eyes and began to move with Tsuna and Lottie, "we should find somewhere suitable for shelter first, i can create a dome with the Aria if I have to, but it will be a strain on my energy."

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His sewn monster relished around him, prancing in circles as the rain came down harder by the second. Her whimsical laughter was insufferable, and it only took the turn of his hood to make her cease. Legion was old, older than anyone would believe, and so hid his pale, frail body in a cloak that covered his tattered scale armour. They were out in the Dead Marsh looking for something very important to them, very important to Legion. A flower, with a bud that blooms once a year. It's radiant petals would give him back the life he once had, but that was not the only ingredient in his plan. His concoction had been long in the making, it had slithers of many things from centuries gone by. This... he could not lose.

He will not lose.

The stupid girl asked him again, the orchid, of coarse it was the orchid. The robed figure stepped down the small hill, his steps soggy and sinking into the grassy mud as he began to speak. His voice was old, very old, but held with it an eerie feeling of power and... terror. "The Sunrise Orchid, it will bloom come the morning sun on this night. Forget again and I'll imprint it on your skull" Legion turned to his creation, the darkness in his hood concealing his face, all that was visible was a slight red glow from his eyes. As he stared down on her, an overwhelming weight began to crush her head, but just for a few seconds. "Do not make me wish I turned to the Underworld, that is the last realm I wish to communicate with. Too many contracts." Legion saw just ahead, it was a few tents and a fire, one that had been here for a few days by the looks of things. There were three men in armour, with dark blue cloth and a familiar insignia on their flag risen next to one of the tents. "...Southmarch...." he whispered, remembering the fallen kingdom. "They have.. returned. Fae... round them up, it is time that I replenish some of my energy."