The group trudged towards the dead forest.
With each step, the silhouette of the tower got smaller.
The safety of the tower was replaced by the perilous expanse of the Netherveil, the air reeking of lava and sulphur.
And now finally in front of them was the dead forest and rightly so, as all the trees were dried up, blackened like everything else in the Netherveil.
Yet they creaked as if alive, a howling sound occasionally coming from deep within.
"You sure we shouldn't take the other way," Jake broke the silence, gulping as he looked at the forest.
Serif glanced at him, honestly that'd have been the first choice, if not that they had to go through the den of that thing, he looked to the left.
And they had learned that at the cost of three members of the team, the first day they came down.
