I’d never been to the Gnarls myself, but according to the papers I’d had to read for class, they were an ever-changing labyrinth where the physical and magical worlds had been squished together during the DFZ’s awakening as a spirit. They were locked in a state of constant magical flux, which meant that no matter how much magic you cast, no one would ever be able to trace it through all the background noise. It was the perfect hiding place, so much so that I felt like an idiot for not thinking of them earlier.
