The Crown of Gilded Bones (Blood and..

Eager to see the stunning display of the golden trees of
Aios, I looked up as soon as we cleared what was left of the
mist.
“My gods,” Naill whispered.
Casteel stiffened behind me as Setti slowed, the horse
shaking his head nervously. Ahead of us, the wolven had
come to a stop, as well, their bodies rigid with tension as
they too looked up. My lips parted as a wave of shivers
erupted across my skin.
Red.
Deep crimson leaves gleamed like a million pools of
blood in the sunlight.
The golden trees of Aios had all become blood trees.