At the Border of the Emerald Green Kingdom...edfsdfgfdgdf
The air was thick with rot and malice, each breath a struggle against the acrid smoke that curled and drifted through the sky like ghostly serpents. The ground cracked underfoot, dry and blackened, soaked with the remnants of some unseen massacre. In the wind, there was a stench—burnt flesh, old blood, and something darker, like resentment made manifest.....sdfsdf
From time to time, the haze parted just enough to reveal grotesque silhouettes. Monsters born from smoke and sorrow staggered through the mists, their forms twisted and indistinct, but their eyes—if one could call them that—glowed with unspeakable pain. Eyes brimming with wrath, hatred, and despair. They howled not for vengeance, but because their souls had forgotten everything except suffering.
