There is no sign of it stopping

Why don't you just back off? You'll be cut off anyway. You'll have nothing left Do we have to be grudging from the devastating winds and waves??? It's because of you!!! C. The year after the year!!! The connection we were trying to maintain-- All of that, All of those shells, You broke it!! I'll kill you. I'm going to bury it. a thicket of grass. a forest year. a loner. Trash to scavenge!! You told me this before... It's no use crying anyway It's gone Of course your tears are in vain! Dried doesn't speak. The rope of the crossbow is pulled. Tick-tick. The first shot penetrates the archer's face with a wild mask. Even before the arrow of wood and wind flew in Vision penetrating bullets break the mask and skull at the same time. "Give it up." Wooden Vine guards step forward. The moment the vines from the ground tried to wrap around their ankles Dried takes a step back aim a crossbow at the ground. Root Breaker Shot The ground where the roots were rising explodes in reverse. The vines break, and the two Vine guards turn over. I'll take that opportunity Shadow Wild Assasser materializes behind his back. You're late. The dryer doesn't even turn its head. The Mirage missile shot in the shadow It penetrates the illusion and explodes from the heart of the real assasser. The darkness is tearing up. "Jen-Jen-Jen-Jen-Jen-Jen...!” Sea Wild Frost Spheres throw spears in unison. Ice spreads in the air and blocks the space. Dried builds a crossbow a series of shots. Splint Spread Shot The ice windows were broken down in the air Ice debris hits Wilder's camp in reverse. Sea Wild Surge Caller Amplifies Water Flow The ground gets wet, and the movement slows down. At that moment. The dryer puts an arrow under his feet. Air fresher root shot The air is compressed and the ground rises. The flow of water is torn Surge callers lose their balance. Immediately. a penetrating shot. The sorcerer's body flew back The moisture in the battlefield disappears. Remaining Wilder pauses. "It's no use running away." Dried put down the crossbow One step forward. And speak low. Attack from the Pinal shot Vision Override Shot The pattern breaks. Worden stops playing. It's getting disconnected. The forest breathes again. A few Wilder steps back. Some still grind their teeth. The hunt failed. The dryer does not turn its back. Raise the crossbow again. The snow is still red. Tears are dry. And I think. From now on... It's not the side being chased.