As Li and Bulwark traveled through the Chattering Forests, he began to realize why nobody ever went through it. The forest was overgrown in a wild manner, with the treetops growing in thick, choking clusters that almost seemed to grow into each other, their branches curling across each other and vying for space.
The trees themselves were healthy with thick trunks and solid, armor-like bark, and grew far taller than those in Riviera, but there was something about them that was just off. Their bark was black like the night, and their leaves a shade of muddy green that seemed to absorb light.
The result was that with how closely and thickly the treetops clustered together, the sun was entirely blotted out, making the forest pitch black even during day.
In this darkness, countless entangling and thorned vines, black and purple poisonous bladed grasses, and noxious spore filled mushrooms grew. Faye led the way, a flame dancing at her open palm as a guiding light.
