Though it's called 'The Weaverwood', apart from the many spiders, it really has nothing to do with a forest.
The ground retains The Undercity's trademark style—a barren wasteland.
All around, there are towering and thick 'earth spikes'.
In the darkness, these spikes indeed resemble towering 'trees'.
"Sigh..." Leslie let out a sigh.
He held the mushroom lamp, casting light to the sides, observing those spike-like 'giant trees'. "No matter where, no matter which Divine is worshipped, 'Elves always love forests'.
Even Drow Elves.
In places untouched by the mushroom lamp's glow, countless ghostly green little eyes lit up in the darkness.
They eyed the 'fresh meat', though silently swallowing their saliva in the dark, but out of fear for 'Simon' leading the way, they only lurked in the shadows watching.
The road came to an end, and soon, they saw the tall, black walls.
The walls were guarded by fully-armed Zors.
