The Forest of Beasts stretched endlessly before them, a large expanse where shadows danced and danger lurked in every gnarled root and twisted branch.
This was no ordinary woodland; it was a realm teeming with countless tribes of monsters, beasts, and monstrosities, each more ferocious than the last.
The air itself seemed alive, thick with a shimmering, ethereal haze, a steam blanket born from the collision of spiritual energy seeping from the forest's ancient roots.
This energy, raw and untamed, was one of the world's untouched forces, a power so potent and perilous that it defied containment. It flowed through everything, trees, rocks, flesh, and bone, corrupting and empowering in equal measure. No shield could block it, no armor could deflect it, and for most, exposure meant madness or death.
This spiritual energy was the sole reason the Forest of Beasts remained a forsaken land, shunned by adventurers, armies, and even the bravest of souls.
