Midnight was glaring at a patch of trees ahead of them. There was the scent of rot and decay in the air causing all of them to want to cover their noses. The worst part was that they could see the black rot on the trees in front of them. It looked like Midnight had gone around using decaying breath flames for hours and hours.
"Somerhing tells me this is the work of the slimes we are after." Gil was slow to approach the area since the smell of rot was so bad. He prodded that the bark of the tree with an arrow and found that it just flaked off existing in the inside of the rotting wood. The black decay had eaten in to the very core of the tree.
