Meanwhile, in a different location within the pocket world, another part of the ancient forest unfolded before them. Here, the trees towered even higher, their massive trunks spiraling upward like the pillars of a forgotten temple. Gnarled branches twisted and intertwined, forming a dense canopy that blocked out much of the sunlight, casting the forest floor into a perpetual twilight.
The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying foliage, and the prana in this area was even more chaotic, swirling in unpredictable currents that seemed to pulse with life. It crackled with energy, creating a tangible tension in the atmosphere as if the very essence of magic surged through the ancient roots and leaves. Wisps of glowing energy flickered between the trees, illuminating the shadows and adding an ethereal quality to the surroundings.
