The Corrogate Woods are an ancient and untamed stretch of forest, dense with gnarled oaks and towering pines, their roots twisting around the forgotten remnants of old fiefdoms. Centuries ago, this land was divided among noble houses, each ruling from their own castle—now little more than ivy-choked ruins scattered through the undergrowth.

Moss-covered battlements and shattered stone halls hide among the trees, silent witnesses to wars long past. Travelers tell stories of ghostly figures wandering the misty glades, remnants of the lords and knights who once ruled these lands. The deeper one ventures, the more time itself seems to blur, as if the forest remembers what the world has forgotten.