This forest is not a normal forest.
The roots are exposed above the ground, and the branches of the trees are out of alignment with each other.
As if the whole forest was forced together by someone's hand.
Naird speaks low.
"This is... The flow of water is strange."
"A rotten vein of water comes up from underground through the forest."
Dried lifts the crossbow without saying anything.
Between the leaves, the direction of the wind is intentionally bent.
It's not that the forest is breathing
The forest is watching.
then.
The old tree in front slowly lifts itself up.
It's not a tree.
Something disguised as a tree.
The roots move around scratching the floor,
The sound of wet breath seeps out from the hollow body.
Soon after, the whole forest begins to react.
It's not that the leaves are falling
the sound of something coming down.
Things I encounter on the forest road
Rotten moss suddenly rises and grabs the leg
The shadow of the tree follows an hour later than it actually does
The leaves shake only in a certain direction even though the wind is not blowing
The dryer whispers.
"It's Wilder's."
"I'm not using the forest as a road, I'm using it as a trap."
The first arrow flies away.
At the same time as the crossbow line rang
The bark bursts, and blackened sap splatters inside.
At that moment, the forest reacts all at once.
The roots are rising,
The branches are bent,
In the meantime, masked figures appear.
Wooden Wild.
Shadow Wild.
And in the deep shade of the forest
a group of yet-to-be-appeared people.
Naid takes a step forward holding the sword.
"The forest is not rejecting us."
"The things that destroyed this forest reject us."
The dryer nods.
"The road is blocked."
"Then... Let's go through the woods."
The crossbow goes up again,
The water and wind are thinly wrapped around the sword.
It's not just a battle.
It's a fight to get back into the forest