Fike and Sethia advanced slowly in the Miracle Forest.
The scenery here was not as beautiful as Fike had expected it to be. Although it was called the Miracle Forest, nothing here seemed out of the ordinary.
There was nothing but weeds and dead trees scattered around.
The soil of the forest floor was barren. The only noise apart from the flapping wings of the bats flying in the sky were the cries of crows.
Brandishing a torch in his hand, Fike walked in front, acting as a guide for Sertia.
"Fike, slow down. This place is too gloomy... How is this a 'miracle'?"
The girl's voice trembled slightly as she held on the back of Fike's shirt with one hand.
Noticing her behaviour, Fike could not help but tease her.
"What? I didn't expect that the female god of war, fearless when outnumbered by thugs, would be afraid of the dark?"
