Tucked between the rugged mountains where Chamaeleon and Sagittaria Kingdoms meet lay the Forbidden Forest—a mysterious realm cloaked in perpetual twilight.
Its dark and eerie atmosphere created an unsettling vibe, as if the boundary between worlds grew thin within its shadowy depths.
The forest was filled with ancient trees, their trunks adorned with cryptic symbols. Dull and lifeless leaves covered the forest floor, casting a somber tone.
The silence was profound, devoid of bird songs and rustling creatures.
Standing alone, a solitary figure gazed at the faint path amidst the tree roots.
It had been a long time since his last visit, perhaps a decade or so. He left this place after that man's death to start his journey for world destruction.
But he still remembered this place like the back of his hand. Even though he had traveled the world, venturing across the East and delving into the vast West, there was no place more terrible than this one.
