And as they walked into the forest they felt a strong oppression against them, a heavy dread. They could feel the air around them crushing down on their skulls and their heartbeats rang loudly in their ears.

The forest closed in around them as they crept deeper, with every step feeling like a moral victory. The air thickened, becoming harder to breath.

"I think... I think we should turn back, sir." Ranks said. But Folmer was determined. He had to know the spell behind this forest, and why his people live in fear of it.

For this forest took his fathers life, it is the only explanation for why Falir and his company fell at Holmewood.

The forest around them was spinning, as they could not tell the direction they were heading. The sky was no longer visible, and the forest was denser then ever. Waves of air seemed to pulsate into them, knocking them back steps that they fought so hard to conquer before.

Every vein in Folmer's face was exposed, and his face red on the verge to explode it would seem.

Just as it seemed there was no way they could make it further alive, a small faint blue glow softly pulsed in the distance of the forest. Folmer was mezmorized, and felt drawn to it immediately.

As he drew closer all dread faded and a cold wind sweeped through the forest as the air calmed and the trees stood straighter. The forest was no longer as menacing as it was before.

"What in all of Karme is that?" Ranks asked openly. Folmer was fixated, he couldn't tear his eyes from the glow.

Folmer walked slowly towards the blue light, as it pulsated at a very rhythmic and gentle pace. Ranks stood back, and watched Folmer from a distance.

The forest opened up into a circular clearing, and the sky and moon were fully visible. The glowing object sat on a small pedestal at it's center. Ranks moved up to the clearing as Folmer reaches down to the object that began glowing brighter in response to their presence.

"It's a stone, a stone with markings on it." Folmer described as he picked up the stone from it's pedestal.

"Let me see the markings." Ranks grasped the stone from Folmer. "These markings look very similar to that they saw on Yeon's Isle."

"Then what do you think this means, Ranks?"

"I think this could be the key to the cave."

"Key? explain yourself."

"When the architects clearing the cave-in at the mouth of Yeon's Isle, they uncovered there was a door, a stone door locked by spell. Their pick axes broke on contact with the door, and a rounded slot was discovered. I think this may be it, the markings are definitely of Yeon's descendants."

Folmer didn't know what to make of it, they were holding the key to what may be Yeon's tomb, the god of war, that is believed to lay beneath the mountain of Yeon's Isle.

"Well let us find our way out of here, our rations are running now." Folmer said as he packed away the stone and began walking towards the way they came.

As they began cutting back through the forest wence they came the dread returned. But this time it beat them down to the ground. It was heavier then ever, and sirens went off in both their ears as their heads felt as if they were about to explode. A loud screech echoed through the woods and a dark mist covered the ground that was so dimly lit by the moon that peaked through the trees.