C989 Darkthorn

In the verdant forest of ancient wood, towering trees stood firm and unyielding, their strength evident. Thick vines, as robust as barrels, spiraled around the trunks, exuding an aura of antiquity.

This secluded woodland was typically a haven of tranquility. Yet now, over a dozen figures stood within, split into two factions of seven or eight each. Tension crackled between them