It took them three days before they reached the Veilwood—a sprawling forest that covered most of the west in vast, dark greens and tall trees that blotted out the green sky.
"So this is where the teams have their bases," Atrox said. It resembled a proper town at the forest's edge, though closer to a village. It was divided into five sections, each for different flag teams.
"Yes, the headquarters where they direct their members. This place is neutral, but once you leave it behind, it's straight competition for the ruins and resources," Xan said. "At the center, you can find inns and such. We should rent one to stay in for now."
Atrox shrugged. He was feeling a little dirty—after all, all they'd done during their journey was wash their mouths, legs, hands, and faces. What he wanted was a long soak. But looking at the bases of the teams now, he finally got a real sense of how powerful and wealthy the teams were.
