The Lore of Sylvaria

Before the forest had a name, before the first settler drove their axe into the first tree, the gods already slept beneath the roots. They did not come from above. They grew upward, born from the same dark earth that feeds the pines. Eight divine natures. Eight paths of power. Eight ways to be consumed.

The forest does not distinguish between pilgrim and prey. It remembers everything that has bled upon its soil. Those who enter Sylvaria do not arrive by accident. The bones already know their names.