The ancient forest stretched the entire length of the continent, from the PANGIAN sea in the west to the SCIiON sea In the east.

It divided the continent in half diagonally, creating a living border that ran through the mountains separating the cold northern lands from the warmer nations of the south.

Although a living border wasn’t really the right way to describe it these days, no, like so many things it had been a casualty of The Hunts. Large swathes had been burned in order to root out the Wytches, Wise Folk and Pagans that had sought refuge in their sacred spaces.

What was left were the charred remains of once mighty trees and beautiful plants, their skeletal forms jutting up into the sky like lances in defiance at all that had been done to them.