The Wailing Soul Forest lies in the northernmost part of the Soul-Devouring Domain, a land where death itself dwells. The trees are born not from soil and water, but from the essence of souls and resentment; their bark is as black as charred bones, and their branches are wrapped in translucent, ghostly veils that sway without wind. From afar, the forest seems alive with a faint glow; they are not fireflies but wandering souls, forever bound to the trees that imprison them.
This forest's name comes from the endless wails of wandering souls that drift through the shadows. Every tree trunk hums mournful cries, every leaf trembles with spectral screams, and every gust of wind carries the wails of thousands of souls. The sound doesn't echo in the ears; it directly pierces through the mind, which drags intruders into an endless despair that devours their souls.
