A conversation ensued out of thin air on the top branch of one of the towering yet withering trees. There were neither traces of existence nor Theríon. However, someone must be there since the sound was coming out of it.
"How fierce. It looks like we have a tough challenger this time around, right, Whitey?"
"Indeed, Blackie. Since that's the case, then there is no need for us to hold back."
"Let's summon a lot more then, right, Whitey?"
"Indeed, Blackie. Let's summon a lot more."
"It can't be that the lass wants to find our location, right, Whitey?"
"Indeed, Blackie. But even if she finds out, she won't have an easy time coming here either."
"Yeah. Here is the poisonous swamp full of monsters and poisons. Just the monsters around this tree alone can put her into a difficult position, not to mention the miasma that can make it hard to breathe. We will be safe to do whatever we want here, right, Whitey?"
