the boundary between grass and water

One more time. The boundary between the meadow and the water, To the ground where the grass is pressed and the soil is squishy Put your foot in again. It's not quiet this time. The movement takes place at the same time as if it had already been waiting. First, the tree breathes. The skin is cracked The light fluctuates in the chest. a Bark rebender. Dried doesn't hesitate. Lift up the crossbow a series of shots. I'll cover the ice first Vision digs into the cracks. Explosions don't happen. The seeds go out The tree collapses as it is. The ground reacts late. The dried roots This time it spreads more widely. a rich route. I'm aiming for my ankle The grass roots move first. The dryer does not step back. Take a low aim at the crossbow It divides the ground. Electricity flows through the roots The sap dries up. The scent spreads. This time, it's darker. Just by breathing in My head is going blank. a tentacle magnolia. Naid takes a step forward. with a sword in one's arms Hold your breath. a moon-greeting sword. The cold sword like the moon Cut off the tentacles first Cut the center. The petals are not closed It falls to the ground. in between the grass Things that approach silently. Dry Moss Wolf. This time, it's not one. The dryer already knows. So I shoot while moving. Iced chabel tan. The frost that separates the space Block the wolf's access line. I'll take that opportunity Naid is digging in. a swarm of swords. I'm not cutting it I erase it. The ground is falling. This time it's deeper. Trung Swamp Troll. The moment you fall down The swamp opened up It attracts the two. Naid puts in a sword. The waves are fixed The swamp stops flowing. The dryer runs on it. a crossbow shot. Binggyul tied his legs together Trolls sink into the swamp they made themselves. Eye contact. It's not a mushroom. There are several this time. Spore captor. Dryer avoids eye contact. Instead, it shoots in the air. a spletcher shot. Ice debris is spreading The spores freeze before they can be dispersed. in the air The rotational sound overlaps. a pinwheel fly. The wind is stronger this time. The dryer shoots by changing direction. It's not a straight line a fan shape. successive hits. It's not spinning The flies fall. a small figure that glows like dew. Duglow Anids. the temptation of recovery. Naird shakes his head. "Not now." Cut down the drier as it is. Toxic backbombing is It is blocked by the water and scattered. The earth shakes again. a root marauder. It's faster this time. Dried one step back. shooting the ground a frozen wave. It's breaking off The beast loses its balance. Lastly a terra-spinner. The stone and the roots are intertwined Roll over and break through. Naid lowers the sword. a flurry of mooncakes. The water and the moonlight overlap Cut the axis of rotation. The monster can't roll any further. Wait, There is no sound. be out of breath. Naird's got a sword Lower your head for a moment. The dryer lowers the crossbow. "If you come again," Naird says. Dried nods. "But I have to go." The meadow is not the end. The ocean is still far away somewhere in between The next one is It's already moving.