Chapter 563: Kingdom of The Corrupt Elves

The plant life that managed to survive had twisted and contorted in grotesque forms. Thorny vines snaked through the ashen underbrush, their barbed tendrils a stark contrast to the once beautiful flowers that had adorned the land. Trees, their leaves long gone, resembled skeletal remains, their branches reaching out like bony fingers toward the relentless rain.

The rare patches of remaining vegetation exuded an eerie, otherworldly luminescence. Sickly, pale glows emanated from moss-covered rocks and wilted petals, casting an unsettling, ghostly pallor over the land.

The ever-present rainfall was accompanied by cold and mournful winds that cut through the landscape like a mournful dirge. These winds seemed to carry with them a sense of despair, whispering haunting secrets and melancholic laments through the twisted trees and desolate ruins.