Here, in Asphodely`s Clan, life exists in a distorted and macabre manner, giving birth to a hauntingly beautiful landscape that may evoke both fascination and repulsion. Within this unworldly garden, the roots and branches of the plants converge, forming an unsettling tapestry of writhing tendrils and gnarled limbs.
This sickly manifestation reaches out, straining towards the heart of the Wyrmwound, their sole objective being to find sustenance in the deepest recesses of the crater. A pervasive sense of decay permeates the air, mingling with the various putrid odors emitted by this pestilent garden.