After descending the mountain trail from the peaks of Agrazan, it is not uncommon to find oneself on a winding path bordered on each side by the forest known as Gerilash. Stick to that path and before long the iron gates of Basharath appear on the horizon. But wander off, and the lush greenery of Gerilash slowly begins to transform. Branches become gnarled, suffused with rot and reeking of dead things. They curl into each other as if possessed by a morbid desire. The sound of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the wind gives way to a most unnatural silence. A silence like a deep chasm, that holds secrets of old and terrible things, things untouched by even the most ancient and unspoken tales of man. Let us pray a silent prayer for those who unknowingly wander into this place, the one they call Shireeth Banshazar—the forest of flesh and bone.
Art credit: Kentaro Miura (Berserk)
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