Finsterwald, a shadow-drenched expanse at the outskirts of the Schattenmeer domain, stands as a foreboding gateway to the deeper horrors of the haunted forest beyond. The gnarled trees, their roots twisting like skeletal fingers, hold centuries of whispered curses and the remnants of forgotten souls. Few dare to traverse its mist-laden paths, for the air is thick with unnatural silence, broken only by the distant wail of unseen things lurking between the boughs. Hunters speak of spectral figures flitting through the gloom, their hollow eyes glowing with an eerie hunger. Those who stray too deep rarely return, and those who do are never quite the same.
Yet despite its grim reputation, Emberstone veins run deep beneath the forest floor, drawing prospectors willing to risk the lurking horrors for profit. The eerie glow of their torches is often the last sign of them before Finsterwald claims another soul.