The dead Grove of the cursed Dryad. The countless dead trees, muddy ground that's as sticky and hard to traverse as quick sand, and the countless, blood-thirsty bugs swarming the area. The cursed place looked more like a rotten bog than the lush forest it once was.
The pixies looked at the harrowing image with petrified faces, and even Arianell, the proud fairy, paled when he saw the countless wailing trees with humanoid faces, all crying in a horrifying melody of agony and suffering.
From the largest of the trees, the great oak that towered over the others, a large humanoid thing emerged. It was tall, born of jagged vines and splintered wood. It's large, brown maw has two more rows of sharp, black teeth. Its eyes burned with a green, cursed madness, its long legs and arms swayed, and then its head turned toward Shin and the others.
