Moonlit night.
In the depths of a dark mountain range, countless twisted black trees grew entangled, contorted, and connected, with numerous strange black birds perching atop them. This sinister forest lay countless leagues east of Hidden Dragon Temple, beyond mountains and rivers.
These odd black trees bore no leaves. Yet from their branches hung countless air roots, which under the moonlight seemed all the more ghastly and terrifying.
At this time, among these black trees, one especially tall and dark tree stood out.
It was a dead tree without a crown, as if its head had been chopped off. Their bare gnarled branches twisted outward, resembling two arms stretched out.
At the foot of this tree lay an unknown depth of crevice.
Following the crevice down, one would find an enormous, churning blood lake below, with bubbles occasionally gurgling up on the surface. The thick, indissoluble scent of blood congealed in the air.
