Beyond the Necrotic Marshlands lies a forest unlike any other. Instead of wood, the trees seemed to form from the bones of ancient creatures. Massive femurs and ribs intertwine to create pale, ivory thickets.
The ground beneath these "trees" were carpeted in a fine dust of crushed bones, seemed to be the remnants of those who once lived here. Every now and then, ghostly figures drifted through the forest, barely visible, their whispered cries echoing through the stillness. This was the inner region of the Valley of Sunless Dusk, the Bone Forest!
At this moment, a dark silhouette of a ship emerged from the poisonous fog of the marshlands, parting the fog on its way toward the dark gray shores of the bone forest.
On the eerie ghost ship, Jacob stood at the front with Blackwell as he casually sipped on his soul wine while looking at the bone forests with narrowed eyes.