"The forest of the forgotten" Azazel repeated, letting the words roll off his tongue.
It wasn't a name he recalled and he wasn't the least bit surprised, since a lot of things didn't even follow the game script.
Instead he asked.
"I assume the name's not merely a decorative title, why is it called that?"
Elzar didn't respond, instead they stared at the tree.
"It's called the tree of the forgotten because challengers who fail the gods' trials end up becoming its fruits."
They took in a deep breath, gold eyes watched, indifferent and calm, then they continued.
"It bears a connection to the plane of the gods—hæven, if you prefer. They craft trials to temper their spawn and worshippers, then pass those trials to the tree to enact."
Their voice was tranquil, not the kind of Serene grace mortals were capable of, yet not the kind of detachment gods held.
It was something in-between, far ancient, beyond human but not something that could be classified under godhood.
