All credits go to @happybird16 on Tumblr. Their fanfiction titled 'The Maw' inspired this.

Vast trees tower above, their twisted branches interwoven to create an impenetrable canopy that veils the ground with. In the face of such enormity, he feels minuscule, overshadowed by the towering boughs that stretch higher than the grandest of palaces.

The Mourning Sylvan. He is in The Mourning Sylvan.

A forest that seemingly devours all who dare to venture into it. Perilous creatures, their forms etched in his mind with vivid clarity — claws that rend, teeth that tear, and the sight of maroon blood seeping along the pristine snow. He shudders at the thought and pulls the hood of his cloak further over his face. He trudges through the thick snowfall, his sole goal turning in his mind over and over.

Scales... Naga scales. He needs Naga scales.

He pauses as he hears a sharp crack high up in the trees. His head snaps upwards, his gaze obscured by the heavy snowfall.