Charles moved through the thickets bordering a great forest.
It was an area filled with wonderful vegetation. Precious herbs, psychedelic plants, resource-rich flowers—everything could be found on the outskirts of the forest.
But it was all a lie.
There was nothing precious here.
Only tonnes and tonnes of rotten trees that cast illusions on every creature that entered their territory.
Charles' senses were also affected by the illusion and he saw a beautiful forest with great flora.
But that was it.
He wasn't swayed by the mental hints that kept popping in his brain.
'Take the flowers.'
'Grab the herbs.'
'Just one sniff.'
'Only a single petal.'
He moved steadily and swiftly. His feet were in the shape of wolf paws. With each kick to the ground, he moved several miles forward.
A figure under a robe followed him from behind.
