[ A few days later…Old World - Beyond the uncharted woods- night of the Party]
The night pressed heavy around them, the canopy above blotting out even the moonlight.
" You still think this is a good idea?" Niva held tight onto Velor's arm, not because she was scared…but to be sure she had a reign over him in case things went south like she suspected.
She was met with silence.
Only the faint whisper of wind through the trees marked their approach as Velor pulled her along, as they emerged from the shadows of the woods.
And there it was.
The unearthly, mesmerising fortress.
It loomed impossibly vast… colossal tangles of vine and roots woven together, layered with earthen mounds so dense they resembled carved cliffs.
Velor's eyes constricted as he noticed that the fortress did not 'stand' in the forest. It literally 'grew' from it, like the woods themselves had decided to rear up into a monstrous barrier.
