Let's get behind them

I'll catch my breath for a while They set out on the road again. an area where grass and water overlap. There is a small channel through the grass, The water seeps back into the sea. "This is a boundary." Naird says. "Not the forest, not the sea." Dried nods. In places like this Something reacts first. The ground rumbles first. with twisted roots A tree raises itself. a seed that glows faintly in one's heart. a Bark rebender. The dryer is already distancing itself. The crossbow goes up, The frozen arrow flies first. The moment the frost spread over the shell a series of shots. Seeds can't explode It turns off from the inside. The bottom of my foot is suddenly pulling. The dried roots He crawls out of his ankle. a rich route. A dryer digs the ground. The grass roots reacted The ground hardens. The electricity flows like it's passing by Roots lose water It breaks like it's splitting. A sweet scent spreads. It smells so artificial. I already feel it before I breathe in. a tentacle magnolia. Naird steps forward. The sword moves like a wave. The sword slashed his tentacles, The moon sword cuts the center. I couldn't swallow the flowers He falls to the ground. in between the grass a figure that moves in silence. wolves covered in moss. Dry Moss Wolf. The dryer doesn't back down. keeping the crossbow low a series of shots. Ice fragments spread Moss hardens You lose your movement. I'll take that opportunity Naid is digging in. a flurry of mooncakes. Short but fast cutters Organize one by one. The ground suddenly goes out. The moment you fall down The swamp opens up and tries to suck it in. Trung Swamp Troll. Naird fixed the water The dryer runs on it. a crossbow shot. a subsequent ice frost-crushing tan. The root legs are frozen The troll sinks into his swamp. Mushrooms Raise your head all at once. Spore captor. before one's eyes meet The crossbow rings first. a vision shot. Spores don't spread It disappears in the air. in the air The rotational sound overlaps. a pinwheel fly. The dryer doesn't stop. an angle-changing speaker. The rotation is broken It's scattered in the air. in the meantime A small figure that glows like dew pops up. Duglow Anids. Naird speaks briefly. "Don't absorb it." Dryers shoot as they are. Toxic backbombing is It is absorbed by the waves and disappears. The ground shakes again. a four-legged root beast. a root marauder. The dryer holds the position. an arrow mixed with electricity It flows through the roots and breaks the balance. Naird's sword comes down. a sword stabbing. Lastly The shape of the stone and its roots are tangled He rolls his body and tries to break through. a terra-spinner. Naid lowers the sword. a large-sized cutlery. The axis of rotation is broken The dryer puts one foot in the center. The last arrow of the crossbow. The shape collapses as it is. The meadow becomes quiet again. The water is flowing The grass rises slowly. Dried talks with a crossbow down. "The road is open." Naird looks far towards the sea. "Yes. But the next one is It will be a longer journey." Beyond the boundary between the meadow and the water, Waiting for them is He hasn't shown up yet.