The Sylven Power Plant stood like a silent sentinel near the edge of the Sylven Forest, its concrete spine cutting through the mist that rose every morning from the river. Beyond it stretched the unexplored green, dense trees tangled with shrubs so thick that sunlight barely touched the forest floor. Some of those plants were poisonous, their beauty hiding quiet death. Others were older than recorded history, roots digging deep into secrets no one had ever returned to tell.
The Sylven Forest was protected under Raven law. Not just protected, but revered. It carried unique species of flora and fauna found nowhere else in the world. Creatures that moved only at night. Plants that bloomed once in decades. People had tried to explore it over the years. Adventurers, researchers, treasure seekers. Most never returned. Those who did came back broken, silent, or half mad, speaking of sounds in the dark and paths that shifted when you looked away.
