The wind whimpers across the ashen wasteland.
This patchwork abandoned plane is essentially the remnants of dozens of worlds whose resources have been completely exhausted, with nothing but endless grey dust and occasionally exposed rock.
Yet at this moment, in a certain spot on this maddeningly monotonous wasteland, an extremely abrupt scene emerges.
Black.
A "dense forest" formed of countless sharp black metal spires, growing wantonly on the grey-white ground.
Each metal spire stands over ten meters high, entirely pitch black, its surface covered with dense spiral textures and sharp thorns, reflecting an ominous glow under the dull daylight.
Weaving tightly together, they form an intimidating black jungle with a diameter exceeding ten kilometers.
This is clearly not a natural creation.
Any experienced wizard could immediately recognize this as the residual effect of some large-scale witchcraft.
