Chapter 190 - Chapter 190: Tirisfal Forest

The sky was covered with gloom, murky clouds heavy with pollution, thick like indelible ink rudely splattered above our heads. The pale sun, too weak to penetrate these impossibly thick clouds, could only leave a blurry white halo as proof of its existence in the sky. The surrounding trees all exhibited a sickly demeanor; the power of the plague had seeped into their branches and trunks, infecting their bodies through every gap in the roots and leaves. The vast patches of grey-green rot on the gray-brown trunks were shocking to behold. Despite this, these plants, barely clinging to life, continued to draw the last bit of sustenance from the plague-ridden earth and air. The withered, deformed branches reached earnestly toward the sky, as if desperately grasping at the last vestige of sunlight.