After traveling for about an hour away from the Azure Moon Kingdom, the carriage rolled to a halt. The dense, sprawling treeline of the Whispering Wilds loomed ominously before them.
A crumbling stone outpost sat near the edge of the woods, acting as a grim warning to any travelers foolish enough to approach the uncharted territory.
Everyone climbed out of the transport to survey the area. Even Feng hopped down from the driver's seat, his eyes widening in pure horror as he stared at the oppressive tree canopy. He finally realized exactly which cursed route they were taking.
Gideon walked up to the edge of the treeline. Despite the sun having just risen in the sky, the interior of the forest remained suffocatingly dark. The ancient trees grew incredibly close together, their massive, twisted trunks forming an impenetrable wooden wall.
