The Crimson Prairie stretched endlessly before them, its landscape dominated by rolling hills covered in rust-colored grass that swayed in the morning breeze. Crimson, the place explained its name itself.
Scattered throughout the terrain were sparse trees with leaves that matched that stood out thanks to their green leaves, and a trunk that was taller. It was as though the roots themselves were pushing their way out, moving the tree higher.
The entire area had an otherworldly quality, one that was so far removed from the simple forest Jax and his party had spent raiding the past few months.
