The group set out along the next route, spending an hour waving through the woods, before emerging into another clearing. A mile wide, the clearing was free of trees, making way for jagged hills and thorny plains. At the heart, a single stone spire rises like a needle nearly a mile into the sky, and perched atop it, an immense, immobile crow. Anke's eyes widen at the sight of it, biting her lip as she saw the bird. "That's... the one from the nightmare. The one I..." she said, trailing off as she gently handled the feather she carried.