The locals huddled behind the stone barricades, their pale faces wet with sweat and terror.
Up until very recently, the forest had been buzzing with vibrant life—a dense, sprawling woodland that sustained the valley. But the moment the tears in the earth opened, and the demonic surge began, the entire place had turned completely dark. It transformed into a black hole where anyone who dared to enter never came back out.
"It's a cursed place, My Lord. We call it, 'The Forest of Living Resentment'." an old village elder rasped, his eyes wide and trembling. "The trees... They aren't trees anymore. There are demons residing inside the deep brush. Some of our hunters who ran near the edge... they swear they heard laughing. Laughing and weeping, echoing at the exact same time."
