Description
At the edge of the continent, where mountains shield the land from the Death Desertโs scorched winds, the Oldroot Forest rises โ ancient, vast, and untamed. Towering trees wrapped in thick vines pierce the sky, older than any known forest, as if planted by the worldโs first breath.
No paths lead into its depths. It offers no guidance, no welcome. The Oldroot is alive โ a merciless fortress where birds cry warnings, and vines strike intruders in shadow.
Because the forest is not unguarded.
She is its will, its wrath, and its mercy. She is Silvana โ Daimon of the Oldroot Forest.
