Once the lush cradle of druidic power, this vast expanse is now a grey-stained woodland graveyard. Dense primordial forests ring a central wasteland of charred soil and ritual ruins where magic still flickers in green embers. Settlers cling to the edges, fearing the eerie silence of the inner groves. The air carries the scent of old woodsmoke and stale ozone, marking a land where the natural order was violently broken and never truly mended.