Bab 77: Chapter 77: Nigrothor the Ancient

The heavy air, infused with the stench of decay. Twisted trees rise above a viscous ground of mud and stagnant water, while the withered vegetation whispers ancient secrets. The sky is shrouded by ominous gray clouds, plunging the place into perpetual twilight. The cacophonous chorus of insects and predatory birds adds a touch of terror to this realm of hopelessness and desolation.

I've been in this place for a few days now, and there haven't been any problems so far, but the smell is unbearable even for someone like me.