Author's Note: Do Not Unlock Yet. Chapter Is Still Under Construction.
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The air in this part of the strange realm felt… different.
Victor, Tarkos, Aeri Fan, and Brin had descended deeper into the warped world for what felt like another full day. But finally—finally—they reached it.
Before them stretched an unnatural grove, the land curving like a bowl of blackened soil, cradling life that pulsed with eerie, ancient energy. Trees stood on spindly, arched legs like praying mantises, and their bark shimmered in a palette of sickly blues and gleaming obsidian. The fog here glowed faintly pink, lit by the ambient haze of the ever-watchful seven moons hanging in the sky.
But none of that was what drew their attention.
Because there—nestled around the knotted base of a tree that looked like a serpent coiled upward to pierce the sky—was the Moonveil Thistle.
