There are places in the flattering thicket where any living creature dies, the earth is desecrated with blood and dark energy, souls get stuck there but do not disappear, in the hope of once again carrying the energy of life, those who were able to find form are looking for their own kind. A curved dagger, a ritual instrument that once belonged to monks, still takes souls from those still alive. Wooden chest - storage of a special soul The tree is neither alive nor dead, it looks like ordinary rotten remains, but it still has the strength to grow. Maybe this land is not so dead or is there another reason? A bottle of red liquid - will restore vitality, an ingredient for new soul collectors The sanctuary was once a temple of dark monks hiding from society in the forests. The heart of the dead land and the repository of ruined souls.