Falling garden

The stone steps collapsed a long time ago, On top of it was a tangle of tree roots and dry moss. The water was running rotten, and the air was heavy. The dryer holds the crossbow low and says. "This is... It's not nature, it's leftovers." "Not a living forest, not a dead forest." Naird looks around with his sword in his hand. The waves shook minutely at her feet. "But still... Water veins are alive." "Someone just twisted it on purpose." At that moment. Mud splits like boiling on the floor. The shape takes place in rotten water. They were corrupt prisoners. The shape was blurred, and the face was distorted like a memory. At this moment, Dryard's vision shakes for a moment. But she clenches her teeth and pulls the crossbow. The frostbite ripped through the air and flew away freeze the center of the ghost. Frozen water falls to the floor and breaks apart. in succession The sludge druds creep up in the ground. a dirty, persistent colony that stretches as you step on it. Naird steps forward. "I'll take care of this." The sword swung in waves, Overcrowding is triggered. The mud is cut down, but at the same time it bounces around. "There's no end!" "Then cut off the roots." Dryard's crossbow is aimed low. The floor, exactly the center where the colony gathers. a short breath. One shot. The earth freezes and splits, The sludge druds lose their balance and scatter. on the wall of the ruins The sound of the water dripping changes. "That sound...” Naid hardens his face. A black figure slides down from the wall. erosion niad remnants. It's not a song. the near-screaming sound of the water. For a moment, Naird's hand shakes. “…….” It looked like her. But a twisted, empty shell. Dryard speaks quietly. "It's not your fault." "I know." Naird closes his eyes, then reopens. "So I'm done." The sword becomes one with the water. The smoke is rampant, waves become blades and wrap around the afterglow. The rest of the story cries out for the last time, It sinks into the water vein. The water goes silent for a while. Up the hill, deeper inside the end of the stairs. the upper part of the ruins. There's a broken hydrologic stone The tangled roots, and The gatekeeper of corruption stood. The presence of stones, water veins, and control seats twisted. The dryer speaks low. "That's... It's a line that shouldn't pass." The gatekeeper reacts. The entire ruins are finely shaken. "We should fight, right?" "Yes." The crossbow goes up,