As Erik continued his journey deeper into the rotting forest, the air became thick with a putrid odor, assaulting Erik's nostrils with the smell of decay and rot. The once-dappled sunlight was entirely obscured by the oppressive darkness blanketing the place.
There was an unnaturally long silence that only was broken by the ominous echo of his footsteps, which hung in the air, and as he continued to make his way down, a gruesome sight met his gaze and greeted him. The skeletal remains of some thaids could be found strewn among the twisted plant's roots.
Their limbs and bodies had become entwined and trapped within the suffocating grasp of the shadowy tendrils, which Erik wasn't sure what they belonged to.
The bones were strewn about in a disorganized manner, each serving as a macabre reminder of the terrible end that had been visited upon the unfortunate creatures.