World of Warcraft: Legion

Once a serene sanctuary filled with life and magic, The Darkheart Thicket now lies corrupted and twisted, where druidic shadow lurks amongst the gnarly trees. The great tree Shaladrassil towers above, a grim reminder of its former glory, now with limbs darkened and unnatural. Many druids have succumbed to madness, their forms grotesquely morphed into monstrous spiders and abominations, while the air is thick with despair and echoes of their cries. Hidden in its depths are horrors, elemental beings twisted by the eroding influence of the Nightmare, and a satyr army dutifully guarding the Heart of Dread where Malfurion is imprisoned. It is here that Xavius has projected his shade.

A dense, foreboding forest filled with gnarled trees and darkened foliage, with ominous shadows flitting between the trunks, as the air hangs heavy with a greenish haze from the Emerald Nightmare, while beasts and abominations skulk in the underbrush under a shrouded sky.