Somewhere in the continent of Nahua.
The jungles were dense and sprawling. The thick canopy blocked most of the sunlight, leaving the forest floor dim and humid. Gargantuan trees with wide roots towered above, while thick vines and creepers hung like impenetrable curtains.
There was so much moisture and humidity in the air, it felt suffocating even to breathe. Moreover, the constant buzz of insects and the distant calls of beasts constantly echoed in the air.
Rivers and streams cut through the forest, their banks crowded with thick vegetation and the occasional beast that stopped by to satiate their thirst. Visibility was low beyond a few dozen feet, and each step was obstructed by tangled roots, thick ferns, and thorny bushes.
The jungle was as dangerous as it was vast. Despite it all, three figures—a human, a gnome, and a beast—journeyed forward relentlessly.
