The area of the Withered Wood was actually roughly equivalent to the wilderness occupied by the Black Dragon territory, stretching as far as the eye could see. This was a forest where the living could not set foot, completely dead, with barren soil, growing only a type of tree called Pinkkin with ash-gray trunks symbolizing death.
The wandering poet Elvius, after the decline of magic, had been trapped here for over five hundred years unable to leave, wandering in the dim darkness. As a skeleton undead who didn't need to eat, drink, or sleep, Elvius had once used his own feet to walk across every inch of land, stepping on countless dry branches and fallen leaves of the Withered Wood.
The appearance of a magic stone was very beautiful; under the sunlight, it even radiated a faint fluorescence, like a small star fallen to the mortal realm. With just one glance, even someone who didn't know magic stones could recognize the distinct difference between it and ordinary gemstones.
