As dusk approached, the prong fiend, Spike, slowed from his normal breakneck pace, having to pick his way more carefully across the forest floor in the dimming light. The air turned chilly and damp, only an occasional ray of the waning sunlight shining through the dense foliage.
"Uh guys, it's getting close to nighttime," Flanker said looking around nervously. They had been moving through the forest too quickly for mobs and other dangers to be a threat. But now they were more vulnerable.
The fiend was snarling and growling ominously.
"What's wrong Spike?" Dave asked.
Then he got a notification:
***
You are entering the Deep Wilds.
The Deep Wilds is an extremely dangerous area.
You are the 11,581st to enter this area.
Enter at your own risk.
***
"I thought we were already in the Wilds," Fortress said.
"Apparently not," Dave looked around, trying to penetrate the dark foliage, he kept seeing movement from the corner of his eyes.
