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The heart of the prison is There's no railroad, no teeth It consisted of huge life roots, waterways, and shadowy wooden pillars. The ceiling isn't open The sea water falls from above, On the floor, old roots beat like hearts. This is the control area. Magic, cilantro a prison made by twisting nature itself. At that moment. The vines rose from the floor Masked Wilder's troops appear from all sides. "I didn't expect you to crawl this far." "Take it easy." instead of answering Dryard's crossbow rings. The first shot flew It penetrates the chest of the Wooden Vine guard. The vines break like they explode, The roots on the floor dry up and die. "Stop it!" Wooden Wind Strikers compress the windshield. But the dryer doesn't stop. a series of shots. a frozen bullet penetrating through the roots. The trajectory remains as if freezing the wind. In the meantime, Naird steps forward. The sword bends like a wave Cut down two Sea Wild Tide Bladders at once. There's a wave coming from the cut Naid is already moving to the next location. "Put it behind you!" Shadow Wild Assasser pops out of the shadow. but Dryard's sonic arrow Tear out the shadows. The moment it materialized, Naird's sword crosses his neck. The black shroud Shadow Wild Baylor I'm trying to distort your vision, The dryer doesn't close its eyes. Read the direction by the shaking of the roots and the flow of air. The crossbow rang again When you go, the archers fall down one after another. "Protect Seoji Caller!" See Wild Surge Caller I shout, amplifying the waterways. The floor is getting wet Wilder strengthens. At that moment. Naid sticks the sword to the floor. The water will turn around The amplified flow is rolled up upside down. Surge Caller's spell collapsed The body is caught up in the water and floats into the air. Dryard's last shot. A frozen bullet penetrates the heart. Central control roots It shakes a lot. The vines are about to get back up The root itself gets cut off It collapses all at once. A moment of silence. holding one's breath Naird says. “…This is not a prison "For Wilder to hold nature." The dryer reloads the crossbow. "Then there is no more reason." "Let's go." Root beats faster. It's not over yet. The core of this prison, And the person who made it I'm waiting inside here.