The cries of the fallen distorted the fragile peace and serenity of the forest of the Three Skull Isle.
Birds flapped their wings loudly and flew away in their numbers, chased by the pain and anguish. Beasts who were not large enough or threatening enough sought places to hide until the danger ceased.
A part of the forest was still clouded in fog and sorcerers still met their death.
The Three Skull Isle was a mysterious place that no one was yet to understand. Seasons and times altered rapidly and it left no opportunities for any person to brood on it or fathom what was going on.
The sorcerers that had dared to travel the path of the strange forest would soon start to experience its mysteries. Mysteries untold and events unfathomable awaited them in this dark eerie and lonely forest that Sandis transported them into.
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