A dense, twisted forest under a sky heavy with storm clouds. Gnarled trees stretch upwards, their branches resembling skeletal hands. Thorny vines choke the underbrush. Faint whispers drift on the wind. A cursed druid lurks in the shadows. His ancient robes are tattered, clinging to a body warped by dark magic. Hollow eyes stare from beneath a hood of moss and rot. His staff, crowned with a twisted root, pulses with a malevolent glow. His gnarled fingers weave dark enchantments. The forest shudders with his every breath. The distant howl of a wolf pierces the night.