As Skraal moved deeper into the forest, an eerie awareness began to settle in the air.
The deeper he walked, the more he noticed it eyes.
Not literal ones, but presences.
Creatures. Beings. Watching him.
"I am not surprised that there are many different kinds of creatures and beings lives in this area."
"In the end, from the time I have entered Indexterium, this is one of the places that has highest concentration of natural energy as well as origin energy."
Skraal paused beside a wide tree trunk, placing a hand on its surface. It pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat.
"The name of the forest is Desolate," he murmured, a crooked smile forming on his lips. "But I don't think it is." "It seems like origin-users do have problems when it comes to naming things."
He chuckled to himself, the sound quickly swallowed by the ambient silence.
He needed to find the ruin perhaps a dungeon, perhaps something else entirely.
Whatever form it took didn't matter.
