[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: ???]
The forest loomed ominously.
An endless tangle of blackened trunks rose from the earth, the trees were old, their bark flaking away in layers of grey, their leaves hanging limp and colorless. The air was heavy with a nauseating stench that clawed at the back of the throat, the smell would linger long even after you left.
Mist slithered between the roots, thin but persistent. It clung low to the ground, turning each step into guesswork. The little light there was barely touched the earth. It was not the place to wander in — and yet, two figures walked through it as though it were routine.
"Ugh… Gods above, I hate coming back here." The first voice broke the silence. "Smells like shit," he muttered, dragging a hand across his face.
"Less complaining, more navigating." The younger voice that followed had a more casual tone. "We find that Deseruit Beast or we go hungry. Simple as that."
