Mirefields

This area was once a small grove of trees, but almost overnight it transformed into a boggy wasteland. Countless seasons ago, a large storm hit the Eighth Continent, but the grove was hit hardest as it was in the center of the storm's eye. Many of the trees were felled by lightning and wind, but for the largest tree, which was merely charred and slightly cracked. The ground became boggy from the rain, and it has stayed that way ever since. It's a swamp, covered in green muck and riddled with fallen trees. Anybeast who needed to walk instead of fly would surely be lost in its murky depths.