Against his will, Pocky found himself running back into the danger zone. The swampland wasn't anything he recognised. For one, the dark faes under the dark tree ent's command were swarming around something like bees attacking an enemy. They looked like they've officially lost their minds.
"No wonder he was taking so long," Zero mused. "I thought he was having difficulty with an old tree."
Having difficulty was putting it lightly. Ordinarily, adventurers would be running away by now with severe injuries if they weren't dead yet. Unlike regular monsters, the dark tree ent was frightening because of two of its abilities.
