Hear the cries so familiar yet they seem so strange? Could you once remember who you were or even why you came? Ostracized and beaten back into the chilly hollows of this magical place. The gnarling fingers of the trees climb up from the shifty soil around your feet, an eerie fog blackens out most of your sense of sight... Yet all roads end in the same place... Back to the center where you believed you once stood? Shifting images in the mind leave you in awe of this wickedly grim place...
Death Hazzard:
None
Spectator Influence:
Distracting images and disturbing noises the fighters cannot see.
Arena Size
Full forest
