The Gravarane Forest stretched endlessly, its towering trees forming a dense, nearly impenetrable canopy that let through only slivers of pale light. This deep into the forest, the air was thick with moisture, the scent of damp earth, ancient wood, and the faint metallic tang of something unnatural. Unlike the livelier outer reaches of the forest, this place was eerily silent—no birds, no rustling of animals, only the occasional whisper of wind weaving through the massive, vine-covered trees.
And hidden within this forgotten realm stood the Archaic Citadel.
Massive, old trees wrapped their roots and vines around its towering walls, as if nature itself had tried to swallow it whole. The structure loomed like a shadow against the landscape, its stonework darkened by time and decay. Its presence was wrong—an unnatural entity in a world that rejected it. Yet, despite its sheer size, there were no visible entrances.
