Ancient Forest, Southern Border, Time Forest.
The once vibrant edge of the forest now presents a strange and dangerous scene.
An area of about several hundred meters in the forest is completely shrouded by a visible force field, refracting light like twisted glass.
The trees within the force field have bizarre shapes; some branches grow and wither at a speed visible to the naked eye, while others are frozen in a moment of collapse, as if time has lost its uniform scale there. The air is filled with a low hum, like numerous clocks running out of sync, unsettling to the heart.
Outside the force field, a dozen or so Wizards from the Tavendish family, dressed in tattered robes, gather together. Their faces mix fatigue, sorrow, and unmistakable fear. No one dares to approach the area wrapped in distorted time, only nervously watching it, as if staring at a monster devouring everything.
