Pieces of frozen twigs and thick snow crunched beneath their feet as Haru and Vladimir cautiously walked towards the endless trees covered in blankets of snow.
She stopped for a moment and examined the woods up ahead. Centuries-old trees with skeleton-like branches guarded the entrance, glaring at her like a stern sentinel. The haunting hues of the darkish-brown leaves, mottled tree barks, and shadowy groves amplified its dreary atmosphere.
The wind brought with it a suffocating aura and decaying scent from inside the woods, indicating that days or even months old corpses hid in its murky shrubs.
Haru narrowed her eyes and swallowed hard when she felt her hair raised just by looking at the otherworldly facade of the Atlantis woods. She gazed up into the chilly winter sky as a delicate patterned snowflakes landed on her nose. Once she saw the dark clouds hung above their heads, she instantly knew that a storm was about to come once they entered the frozen forest.
