The huge canopy of trees blocked out a good portion of the moonlight, but the forest was well lit up by the vast clusters of large, glowing mushrooms. They lined the side of the trees, as large as a human fist, and their glow stemmed from a slimy green secretion coating their top.
The glow cast the forest in a dim green hue, but the light was just enough to see the way through. A path stretched on through the forest, it was almost hard to make out, as it was not often trodden on and was slowly being taken back into the forest itself.
The forest was silent, eerily so. The clusters of poisonous mushroom littered through it was more than enough to ensure no life could linger here. With the exception of equally or even more poisonous reptiles.
This dreary place was infamous for the hundreds that had met their end here, after venturing into its unassuming depths
There was a rustle in the trees above. It seemed so subtle, one could mistake it for the wind, but Menarx knew better.
