Violet glided through the dead jungle, its earie atmosphere hanging over her like a suffocating blanket.
She had navigated around several isolated patches of lively jungle, each one housing a jungle guardian and acting as an anchor point of the seemingly failing realm that had so effortlessly encompassed the entire zone prior to night falling.
Yet she also noted that the further into the zone she traveled, the denser and more frequently she encountered these zones of ardent life admist the devastation.
She traveled for several hours in the dark and gloomy woods, making an effort to avoid conflict whilst her domain was so thourghly suppressed. Yet simply trying to avoid conflict was never a true option whilst in this trial, for this trial only sought the best of the best and what better way to discover the best than to continually challenge them?
So it came as no surprise when Violet began to hear the telltale sounds of combat.
