Kingdom of ruin

The forest used to be a serene place of light, you would walk in
and could see the magic teeming from every root, plant, creature and being. Until it wasn't. Until the Fae and their magic left, and it became a dark, terrible forest. The forest now shook the kingdoms with its power, and without the dark court to keep the kingdoms together they have fallen apart, crumbling from time and weariness.
The witches have closed themselves off from the outside world. The fae have left the forest and fight only for themselves. The vampires live at the edge of the forest, long forgotten by the human world, as they wanted it from the beginning. The werewolves still howl at the moon, but it isn't the same, they howl in agony as our world is torn apart. Humankind have forgotten all. The banshees still live in the forest, their screams still heard. And the lycanthrope, the cause of all this trauma, we shall not speak of their terrible kind.