[Euphoria—]
Monsters didn't fear new lands.
They feared the things that followed them there.
The forest of Euphoria lay behind the newly formed camp like a breathing god— ancient and endless, watching everything. The trees stretched so tall they pierced the clouds, their leaves moving even when the wind didn't blow. Shadows lived in that forest. Shadows that moved.
Strange, beautiful birds circled above with feathers like stained glass. Their melodies were haunting and unreal, like a choir from a dream half-remembered. The breeze rolled in slow waves, carrying with it a scent that didn't match the land— sweet flowers and clean rain, but layered beneath it was something metallic, something like blood and broken steel. A warning disguised as perfume.
