The group pressed deeper into the ruined town of Vixkorn, the environment growing more oppressive with each step. The winds howled with a mournful, ghostly wail, weaving through the hollowed-out buildings and carrying with it the faint echoes of a lost civilization. The green mists clung to the ground, swirling in unnatural patterns that seemed almost alive, brushing against their legs like tendrils of some forgotten specter. The distant sound of crumbling stone and cracking ruins filled the air, a stark reminder that this place had long since fallen into decay.