The portal deposited the members of the coven in a dark, twisted forest. The trees were gnarled and twisted, their branches reaching out like gnarled fingers. The air was thick with the scent of decay and rot, and the ground was soft and spongy beneath their feet.
"Where are we?" one of the members of the coven asked, her voice shaking with fear.
"We are in the Cursed Forest," the Dark Queen said, her eyes narrowed as she surveyed their surroundings. "This is a place of great power, but also great danger. We must be on our guard at all times."
The group made their way through the forest, their footsteps muffled by the soft, spongy ground. The darkness seemed to press in on all sides, the twisted trees blocking out any hint of light. It was as if they were walking through a never-ending nightmare.
As they walked, the members of the coven could feel a presence watching them from the shadows. It was a malevolent presence, filled with hatred and malice. They could feel its eyes upon them, judging and waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
Despite the danger, the members of the coven pressed on, driven by their thirst for knowledge and power. They knew that they were drawing closer to the source of the cursed forest's power, and they were determined to claim it for their own.