The ruins of the old town were engulfed by nature, overgrowth enveloping the crumbling stone structures. Flowers and grasses bloomed on the crumbling foundations, their vibrant colors and sweet fragrance creating a stark contrast to the grey, decaying stone.

Ivy climbed up the sides of the buildings, its tendrils wrapping around the stones like a strangling vine. Moss grew in thick patches on the damp ground, creating a carpet of green that muffled footsteps and softened the sharp edges of the ruins.

One can only guess what may have happened here as the overgrowth silently whispers tales of the bygone era.

However, you are soon stopped by a pungent smell of spicebush that wafted around the air. They say it indicates the presence of the 'forest spirit', the lone guardian of this place.

"Halt," a voice commanded softly yet with a certain touch of firmness. The figure seemed so alien yet so familiar to this place at the same time. His appearance seem as if he was untouched by time.

"It is ill-advised to wander about this late... The townspeople regards it as taboo. Are you evil?" He inquired, speaking as though there are people who lives here.