The four Dragonborn slowed to a stop in the air as they approached the frontier territory. Their wings were still spread wide while they hovered above the endless forest. Their eyes fixed on the land ahead.
The sky had already grown noticeably dimmer now as though the sunlight refused to shine upon the cursed region.
They were still nearly five kilometers away from the true boundary separating the civilized lands from the corrupted territory, but the atmosphere had already changed so much that for them to feel it clearly.
With their Dragonborn eyesight, the distance meant very little, so everything along the edge of the frontier appeared as clearly as if it stood only a few meters away.
The animals roaming near the border resembled the creatures they had encountered throughout sky islands during their journey. There were winged deer grazing beneath dying trees, huge birds perched on branches, and a lot more of smaller animals moving through the undergrowth.
